At this time, please extinguish all smoking materials
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Return all seat backs, and tray tables
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to their most upright, and long position
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Also at this time please take care to fasten your seatbelt
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Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A.
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[Chorus: Xzibit]
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Welcome to L.A.
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Where you can see the whole city burning
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Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving
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and your kids ain't learning shit, except this
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Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else
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[repeat 2X except last line]
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Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times
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[Verse One: Xzibit]
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MC's get fucked up, chopped like Braveheart
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Don't start what you can't finish, serious bidness
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Down La Seneca to bust a left on Venice
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where you can find me and mines -- Los Angeles Times
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Welcome to L.A.
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Where every other day I'm taking the hat off my head
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Givin respect to the dead, and avoid havin the same thing
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said about me, Xzibit stand underground
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like the roots of a tree, watered three times a day
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Forty ounce Olde E, like a magnifying glass
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making it easier to see, the Mister X to the Z
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Don't peak, L.A., why test without vest-es
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stop lead projectile, Apocalypse Now
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Love Allah not new car, faggot, superstar
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type of cat, fuck that, mash away in a
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diamond-white Concourse 'Llac
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Still black so the one-time react as if under attack
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Ain't nothin changed but district range, feel no pain
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Mr. Big Bad Insane Black John McClane with
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liquor on the brain, down to earth like dirt
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From the city where niggaz known for puttin in work
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Two: Xzibit]
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Welcome to L.A.
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If hand determine dick size, I'm palmin the Earth
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Select turf, then plant bad seed and give birth
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And make the hard work look easy fuh sheezee
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Leavin you and your best man, stiffer than mannequins
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Enough to break the skin on a Vietnam leatherneck
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Marine drill sargeant, you nothin but a target (pow!)
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Charge it to the game, gotta look beyond the brand name
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Comin from the guts like I slammed down twenty cups
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of Hennesey straight, relate feel my hate
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Xzibit flippin through these bitches like DJ trait
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Translate to left field, only real niggaz follow
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Bitches suck and swallow, I'm livin life behind the bottle
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Never the role model, still shinin like a new automobile
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Flow six-fo', you can't steal
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cause I got a kill switch with a itch for the action
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While other rappers use mass weapons of destruction
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to sell they shit
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: Xzibit]
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El ve-te-rano, you can only pray to learn what I know
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Ride slow across the horizon a lone desperado
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Comin through the door bringin nothin but hits
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Sometimes I feel like a matador, lookin at this bullshit
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Niggaz pull rent from the crack of they ass
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Maintain do your thang this too shall pass
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I season beef with lead pieces then cook it with gas
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I'm from the school of hard knocks way ahead in the class
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Xzibit hard to get through, like bulletproof glass
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Break it down like Johnny Cochran then mix it with hash
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Your defense can't last against advanced prosecution
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Hit the airwaves like pollution -- hey, here's a solution
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Take a trip to Washington then burn the Constitution
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Top government officials locked down for prostitution
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Recruitin the hard rocks mean streets keep producin
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The world is a riot shit is mine for the lootin
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[Chorus]
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Everyone's got to make a living [2x]
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[Chorus]
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Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A.
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