Tha Dogg Pound - LA Here's to You lyrics
rate me(feat. Snoop Dogg)
Hook:
LA here's to you
for being the kind of place a man can do his due
I'll hear the hippies skip, and they get that kicks
Bumpin' all night long, out on sunset, out on sunset.
[Snoop Dogg:]
Yeah, haha
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, players and pimps
We’d like to welcome you all to Los Angeles, California
Yes sir
(For being the kind of place a man can do his due
I'll hear the hippies skip, and they get that kicks
Bumpin' all night long, out on sunset, out on sunset)
Run it down the line, sunset in vine
Blew a half a zip by the Hollywood sign
Scottie once said it gets better with time
East side, long beach, but this LA County on minds
Yeah, this is the sign of the times
One of a kind, and this might blow your mind
This ain’t no TV show, bow wow, yippie yo
Standin’ on your tippy-toe, nigga here we, here we go
Crenshaw Boulevard, everywhere niggas hard
Left ‘em burnin’ on my auntie’s front yard
Don’t disrespect or disregard
Shout out to the whole motherfuckin’ crip card
Dip hard, wreck hard, used to pop, lock
It turned on the wrong street and you will get got
Lose of the city like fee-five-four
Creep slow in a four, motherf*ck off.
Hook:
LA here's to you
for being the kind of place a man can do his due
I'll hear the hippies skip, and they get that kicks
Bumpin' all night long, out on sunset, out on sunset.
[Kurupt:]
Look, Dogg pound gangsters, we gotta dump off
Unless you wanna hear that pump cough
Watch who you talk on
And watch the deepest streets you walk on
I mob like a mobster
Like a mo-mo-mo** monster
Don’t make me approach you
Contraband in my hand with the homies from the land
With a plan to expand and leave with a hundred grand
With my pistol in my hand, just me Daz and Big Snoop
That nigga ain’t never kept out the loop
Is this the way you livin’?
In this land of the unforgiven
Man, be wary how you livin’
So let me show you where we livin’
[Hook:]
[Daz Dillinger:]
The glamour, the lights, turn the city in the place you wanna be at
Them Dog pound gangsters, yeah, yeah, we bizzack
Four-figure raw to Pacific Palisades
I counted kindly with culture, blow it in the fray
Blind by the sun rays, I put on my locks
Skirt that sunset as I ride and smoke
I’m packin 22 miles in the famous boulevard
Echo Park, Silver Lake, never smoked in my car
Treacherous and arrogance, yeah, it’s four lanes wide
Esses, Asians, niggas, yeah, and get one time
History is..from seeing the chad have
From prostitution to whole-sellin’ all that
Live on sunset strip with a black-and-white, blime, blime
Pistol on the grip, yeah, takin other shit
You see us as we ride by
Exit 405, now this shit is gettin live, we in
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