Ty Dolla Sign (Ty Dolla $ign) - The Return lyrics

[Verse 1: Mibbs] It's the return to the city of the angels and demons Where the party's still popping while the neighbors is sleeping Police helicopters flying over our heads I don't know what happened but I hope that nobody's dead You know that sh** don't stop so now it's back to the basics Living above the law, that's some cla**ic LA sh** And banging Pac, Cube, Snoop, Eazy, and Dre sh** Been on a hiatus, now we back to our greatness Since I was kid, my best friend was Kurupt Yo-Yo was my b**h and DJ Quik was my unc' Mack 10 and Dub-C taught me to tie my Chucks And Nate Dogg was my n***a, he never left me on stuck I give my city a hug and make love to the pavement Where I live at everyday is like a f**ing vacation Hoes come to my city, looking for a vocation I tell him get with this pick up or she ?? [Hook: Ty$] Ya b**h wanna smoke with a n***a She said you's a broke a** n***a And girls just wanna have fun Ride around, top down in the sun She want a n***a that can Buy her something, buy her something, buy her something She need a n***a that can Buy her something, buy her something, buy her something Yea, yea [Verse 2: Like] K I heard from this old throwback I been dying to cut down She used to be a dime, heard she got her a son now Tryna get at me, but she got a big gut now And showed up to my crib weighing two hundred plus pounds You tryna guess if I still got in them guts, wow I did though, don't act like you never f**ed with no big ho We from that big coast where the 6 4's hop And where the guns might bust, and where there's none like us House parties cracking 'til the sun light's up Name another trio with a buzz like us Name another trio who can bust like us Who get love like us, but there's none I trust [Hook] [Verse 3: BeYoung] Say rest in peace to the homie Chick Hearn Floss too much and you bound to get served Talk reckless and it's bound to get heard n***as booking flights into town just for the herbs Don't think it's just the birds Surfing and sunshine Run that light and you swerve into one time, some broke, some fly Cutthroat, cut ties That n***a sixteen, how he get double life, for tryna bubble white Pack heats and n***as after cash like it's always tax season Pull a Breezil with a** fat, cleavage Met her Friday, got the a** that weekend Hatchback beating, where the cash at, seek it Wear the wrong hat, you can catch that beating Laderas and the swang, we in the parking lot chiefin' Yea, that's the city that I'mma never leaving We get high [Hook]