[Hook]
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LA, here's to you
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For being the kind of place a man can do his due
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Out here the hippies skip, and they get their kicks
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Bumpin all night long, out on Sunset Strip
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Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, players and pimps
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We'd like to welcome you all to Los Angeles, California , yes sir
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For being the kind of place a man can do his due
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Out here the hippies skip, and they get their kicks
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Bumpin all night long, out on Sunset Strip
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Run it down the line, Sunset and Vine
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Blew a half a zip by the Hollywood sign
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Scottie once said it gets better with time
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Eastside, Long Beach, but this LA County on minds
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Yeah, this is the sign of the times
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One of a kind, and this might blow your mind
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This ain't no TV show, bow wow, yippie yo
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Standin on your tippy-toe, nigga here we, here we go
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Crenshaw Boulevard, everywhere niggas hard
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Left em burnin on my auntie's front yard
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Don't disrespect or disregard
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Shout out to the whole motherfuckin' Crip card
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Dip hard, wreck hard, used to pop, lock
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You turn on the wrong street and you will get got
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Move through the city like fee-fi-fo
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Creep slow in a four, motherfuck 5-0
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[Hook]
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LA, here's to you
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For being the kind of place a man can do his due
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Out here the hippies skip, and they get their kicks
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Bumpin all night long, out on Sunset Strip
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Look, Dogg Pound gangsters, we gotta dump off
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Unless you wanna hear that pump cough
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Watch who you talk on
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And watch the different streets you walk on
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I mob like a mobster
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Like a motherfuckin monster
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Don't make me approach you
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Contraband in my hand with the homes from the land
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With a plan to expand and leave with a hundred grand
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With my pistol in my hand, just me, Daz and, Big Snoop
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That nigga ain't never kept out the loop
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Is this the way you livin?
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In this land of the unforgiven
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Man, be wary how you livin
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So let me show you where the fuck we livin
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[Hook]
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LA, here's to you
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For being the kind of place a man can do his due
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Out here the hippies skip, and they get their kicks
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Bumpin all night long, out on Sunset Strip
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The glamour, the lights, turn the city into the place you wanna be at
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Them Dogg Pound gangsters, yeah, yeah, we bizzack
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Four-figure raw to Pacific Palisades
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I counted kindly with culture, blow it in the fray
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Blind by the sun rays, I put on my locs
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Skirt that Sunset as I ride and smoke
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I'm clockin 22 miles on that famous boulevard
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Echo Park, Silver Lake, never smoked in my car
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Treacherous and arrogance, yeah, it's four lanes wide
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Esses, Asians, niggas, yeah, and One-Time
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History is stymied from
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From prostitution to whole-sellin all that
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Live on Sunset strip with a black-and-white, blam, blam
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Pistol on the grip, yeah, takin others' shit
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You see us as we ride by
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Exit 405, now this shit is gettin live, we in
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[Hook]
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LA, here's to you
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For being the kind of place a man can do his due
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Out here the hippies skip, and they get their kicks
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Bumpin all night long, out on Sunset Strip.
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La Here's 2 U
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| Tha Dogg Pound |
