No doubt... to live and die in LA
California -- what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun
and everybody got love

[Verse One: Makaveli]

To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us *****z hustle for the cash so it's hard to knok it
Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin
Worldwide through the hard times, warrior faces
Shed tears as we bury *****z close to heart
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it
***** got smoked by a fiend, tryin to floss on him
Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lesson
Court cases keep me guessin, plea bargain
ain't an option now, so I'm stressin, cost me more
to be free than a life in the pen
Makin money off of cuss words, writin again
Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen
Late night down Sunset likin the scene
What's the worst they could do to a ***** got me lost in hell
To live and die in LA on bail, my angel sing

[Chorus: Val Young]

To live and die in LA, it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see
[repeat 2X]

[Verse Two: Makaveli]

It's the, City of Angels and constant danger
South Central LA, can't get no stranger
Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb
Watchin the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many *****z gettin three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen the right across from hell, I can't cry
Cause it's on now, I'm just a ***** on his own now
Livin life Thug style, so I can't smile
Writin to my peoples when they ask for pictures
Thinkin Cali just fun and *****es, hahaha
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All them other *****z copycats, these is G's
I love Cali like I love woman
Cause every ***** in LA got a little bit of Thug in him
We might fight with each other, but I promise you this
We'll burn this ***** down, get us pissed
To live and die in LA
(Let my angel sing)

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Makaveli]

Cause would it be LA without Mexicans?
Black love brown pride and the sets again
Pete Wilson tryin to see us all broke, I'm on some bull****
Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY
Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK
Automatics rang free, *****z lost they way
Gang signs being showed, ***** love your hood
But reconize and it's all good, where the weed at?
*****z gettin shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this muh****a perved out, M.O.B.
Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex, wit a ounce to burn
Got them Watts *****z with me, OFTB
They got some hash took the stash left the rest for me
Neckbone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy too
Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you
I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin it pay
Gettin high watchin time fly, to live and die in LA
(Let my angel sing)

[Chorus]

[Outro: Makaveli]

This go out for 92.3, and 106
All the radio stations that be bumpin my ****
Makin my **** sells katruple quitraple platinum, hehe
This go out to all the magazines that supported me
All the real mother****ers
All the stores, the mom and pop spots
A&R people, all y'all mother****ers
LA, California Love part mother****in Two
Without gay ass Dre