KEVIN McCALL - I Love LA lyrics

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Walk with me for a minute to my hood, man

It’s west coast shit, haha

Look, the west got it out

Drug dealers and thugs yeah the west got it out

They say it’s cribs, bloods, the west got it out

So if you fix your … the west is falling off

All them niggers are just lames is waiting to set it off

Something like Queen Latifa and that movies set it off

Knock it off

Yeah I want no parts, call you the tin man, cause you got no heart

To the west you no match cause you got no spark

I’m rapping for the west, I’m making my mark

In the history of west coast music

On some mind tale shit, this is how we do it

This is for the kids, cause they’re easily influenced

I’ma make sure that I’m only speaking with the truth is

Ain’t nothing worse than a waste of talent

I ain’t gonna say that I’m the best when the … is rapid

But everything I do, I do my best at it

And keep my head up like a 2Pac rap alley

I see drug dealers, I see drug addicts

I see church folk and all 3 got habits

A whole bunch of Eves, a whole bunch of Adams

They ain’t learn from the Bible, they still ate the apple

Indy yellow on the beat, is so beastie

What’s up my nigger, I’m so easty

I think I’m dr dre ice cube and easy e, a nigger with an attitude

They want that hood shit, they want that California love

My niggers will roll up that good shit

I got love for every hood, at the end of the day

I love LA, I love LA, I love LA, I love LA

You so beat dead bro, and my past life

That they call me king diamond I play my cards right

Look at my chain glow, diamonds lighting up

The chain swing low, sweet chariot

I make it Shawty aware so I call her Aquarius

I make such terrestrial you niggers are aliens

I got a dark chick and a yellow bone

They … like the

Get it, that mean they bad low key

Why these niggers fronting like they don’t know me

When they … play my song every night before she sleep, damn

Now I see while niggers… till the death of me

Till it’s nothing left for me

Lord … niggers can’t …

I mean fuck with us, oops, I ain’t meant to curse

I guess I got lost in my rhymes, warrup bussa buss

Picture me walking down Avalon

Wife beater and my chucks on,

Hood famous, whole neighborhood knows my songs

But I ain’t stopping till all of my young niggers know

I’m from the land the gang stars and drug dealers

And next killers, praying to god forgive them

So I don’t do it for the game, Jehovah my witness

I do it for my hood niggers, the women and children

They want that hood shit, they want that California love

My niggers will roll up that good shit

I got love for every hood, at the end of the day

I love LA, I love LA, I love LA, I love LA.