Cold 187um - L.A. lyrics

[Intro] Take some time off You'll be contacted again the next time you're needed For now, Take a break, You've earned it [Chorus] Back in the smog in the thick of it all, The only place I know (City Of Angels) Home, Sweet, L.A. L.A I hit the town and i do it all, The only place I know (City Of Angels) Home, Sweet, L.A. L.A [Verse 1] Now back to the turf Man I'm feeling good as a motherf**er for what it's worth Sunshine beaming up my bald head Man I could be in jail or dead Instead, I'm out here dippin hittin corners From South Central Compton to Pomona I looked up, Not a cloud in the sky A perfect day to just get out and lowride Not a care in the world I'm dippin, Politicing wit somebody girl Lady's stacked, Thick as a motherf**er She love it when a gangsta f** her Smashing, Heavy on the gas Pop my collar at a b**h when i dip pa** The mood is right, My swag is on Damn it feels good to be home L.A. L.A [Chorus] [Verse 2] Now back to the smog and the palm trees Feelin good, California breeze Smoking on some kush And you know it's the bomb like the b**hes I f** and the whips I push I'm never losing A top player in the game that keep it moving Dippin in my Chevrolet I get treated like a king everywhere and everyday I took a look at my cardiae I told Tanny if she wanna play I'll be there at eight And you know I do it way big I'm a high paid k**er, How else should I live? Pockets on fat, Dick on hard Gangsta motherf**er in charge livin way large The mood is right, The swag is on Damn it feels good to be home L.A. L.A [Chorus] [Verse 3] Now back to the grind of it all Where a gangsta shines and shot calls Where everyday is a party Where the players do it big and the b**hes get naughty And don't get caught up You better have your strap on deck in case you might have to bust Just let the 24's glide And turn the sh** way up and feel the vibe Blow big and ride hard I'm official, Top dog on the yard Cla**ic like the body on the six-deuce I blast quick for whoever need proof I let it be what it's gon be Drop the top on the deuce and dip through the city The mood is right, My swag is on Damn it feels good to be home L.A. L.A [Chorus] [Violent J] After a short trip home for some time off Cold 187 was called back to work This time for one of the bloodiest jobs he'd ever been contracted for The elimination of the treacherous Casey Brothers Recently marked for unspeakable crimes The location: Ecorse, Michigan Just outside of Detroit