(feat. Val Young)
[Dominique] Street Science, you're on the air [static]
What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? [static]
[Man responds] I love Tupac's new record [static]
[Dominique]
Right, but don't you feel like that creates [static]
a tension between East and West? [static]
He's talking about k**ing people [static]
I had s** with your wife and not in those words [static]
but he's talking about I wanna see you deceased [static]
[Intro: Makaveli]
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 n***az hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it
Everybody got they own thang, currency chasing
Worldwide through the hard times, warrior faces
Shed tears as we bury n***az close to heart
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it
n***a got smoked by a fiend, trying to floss on him
Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lesson
Court cases keep me guessing, plea bargain
ain't an option now, so I'm stressing, cost me more
to be free than a life in the pen
Making money off of cuss words, writing again
Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen
Late night down Sunset liking the scene
What's the worst they could do to a n***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
Watching the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many n***az getting 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 n***a on his own now
Living life Thug style, so I can't smile
Writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures
Thinking Cali just fun and b**hes, hahaha
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All them other n***az copycats, these is G's
I love Cali like I love woman
Cause every n***a in LA got a little bit of Thug in him
We might fight among each other, but I promise you this
We'll burn this b**h 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 trying to see us all broke, I'm on some bullsh**
Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY
Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK
Automatics rang free, n***az lost they way
Gang signs being showed, n***a love your hood
But recognize and it's all good, where the weed at?
n***az getting shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this muhf**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 n***az 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 j**el, hoping it pay
Getting high watching 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 bumping my sh**
Making my sh** sells katruple quitraple platinum, hehe
This go out to all the magazines that supported me
All the real motherf**ers
All the stores, the mom and pop spots
A&R people, all y'all motherf**ers
LA, California Love part motherf**ing Two
Without gay a** Dre