What's crackin'
This is Anacron, and uh -
I'm finna take yawl to my city
L.A
Westside Los Angeles
Blessed by the best vibe most can't resist
Hot sun, clear skies, cool breeze
Cool peop's grinning at you when they say, “fool, please!”
We've got our own speech, homegrown trees
And the tightest femme slimmies from the streets to the beach
You waiting on an angel? Some are here now
Getting golden where it's summer year ‘round
I comes out when the sun's out
My summer ritual's habitually dumbed out
Never typical, Cuz ‘bout a different thing
Surfing short breaks up at Venice where I used to bang
Off a sailboat pale folks seen a
Brotha kayaking up a channel in the Marina
West L.A., close to the coast
Where we soak up the sun and do the most
There is light, there is love, there is life, there is lust
Everything that you want can be found when you come
To L.A
Summer in Los Angeles
This remind me of the eighties
‘64's, dipped low whip, gold Dayties
Jank-jank, shady, dodging dumb Daveys
Before the city got gentrificatey
Valley for the Bradys, but we got ‘nuff
Races in the city, variety like potluck
Got love, Friday night hot stuff
Parties aren't turned up until they get shot up
When Saturday dawn peaks
Breakfast with a bomb peach, Muay Thai in Long Beach
Hit the rock wall, scale what my arms reach
Reading Crayon Beats just beneath a palm tree
Night falls, it's an Unfamous bonfire
‘Til then, I'm spitting ‘nuff game at Dockweiler
Caught one in a two-piece
Perfect like the summer weather, hot sun with a cool breeze
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Let's go to a place where the sand meets the sea
And the sun touched your face with a warmth so gently
I know a place where the feeling is free
You can go to L.A
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