L.a. Lyrics - Murs

(Murs) 

I'm from L dot A dot Californ-I-A hot 

Days got shade let me take you 'round the way 

Lot of out-of-towners can't handle this city 

Where you wear the wrong color and it can get tricky 

But that was eighty-six and, things done changed 

We a lot mo' evolved with the way that we bang 

Not the rips and the dawgs, man the smog might kill ya 

But you ain't gotta worry if you stayin North of Wilshire 

Don't be scared of Crenshaw, the Slausson super-mall 

Or Earl's Hot Dogs man you gotta do it y'all, c'mon 

Come to the hood where we do the most good 

Magic Johnson be ownin everything like he should 

Lynnwood, Long Beach, Hawthorne, Gazine 

From the towers in Watts, to the hills of Pasadena 

The home of the traffic and that gangbang culture 

And I hope the way we do the damn thang don't insult ya 

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(Chorus: repeat 2X) 

I'm from L.A. (ahh) Southern California 

Fool the West coast, where everybody is somebody 

And the game is fame, do everythang with a bang 

And everybody wanna know, what set you claim 

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(Murs) 

The land where the six-fo's, hop up and get low 

Your favorite rapper gettin jacked for more than his sick flows 

Home of the pornos, we mess up award shows 

The weather's always warm so the women wear short clothes 

Our beaches ain't the cleanest but the {ahh} is the greenest 

And we got the blonde bombshells and sick latinas 

Then mix in the dark-skinned light-skinned sisters 

Where you never have to wear your triple goose on Christmas 

You can miss us with the blizzards and the winters 

The hurricanes unless it's in some glasses with some actresses 

Perfect frame, silicone or real it don't matter if she paid for it 

Every single trend you can probably thank L.A. for it 

Bandanas, facelifts, quick trips to Vegas 

White t-shirt, Chuck Taylors or them K-Swiss 

Poplockin, Crip walkin, chronic blunts, G-Funk 

A place that everybody hate, but you gotta see once 

(Chorus)