I Love LA Skee-Lo
"I Love LA" by Skee-Lo is a hip-hop track released in 1995. The song expresses a love for Los Angeles, highlighting its vibrant lifestyle, attractions, and the artist's personal experiences. Main themes include self-identity, aspiration, and the contrast between dreams and reality. The lyrics blend humor and nostalgia, showcasing Skee-Lo's unique perspective. Musically, it features catchy beats and playful samples, contributing to its upbeat vibe. Culturally, the song has become an anthem for LA pride and is often referenced in pop culture. #HipHop
[Intro]
Los Angeles, damn I love this town!
Sure feels good to be home!
[Verse 1]
Look, when you come to LA, you gonna see
The models cost money, but the hood rats are free
They're looking so good, I can't keep from cashing
I'm not drunk baby, but they're here for asking
They say "don't go to the park", I'm going anyway
I throw a real house party like I was getting played
And when this shit pops off, it happens everyday
Come to [?] where I stay, I love LA
[Hook]
Compton, Long Beach, [?] and [?]
Beaches on Sunday
Girl [?], sunsets, [?] hood lights hit me [?]
I love LA
I love it, I love it, I love it
Man, I love LA
[Verse 2]
Picture this, in this city we're deeper than be our best
Stackin' money to the ceiling is high, it's cannabis
We swole off butter, bread and grits
We like chicks with voluptuous lips and fast cars
Even though they like to make, love the stars
The close that I'mma get to prison is 16 bars
So if the cops try to stop us and the car ain't ours
I'mma step on the pedal, blast to Mars
I'm driving, no liquor, rolling more thicker
Your car run fast, my car run quicker
When you count your money from six to eight figures
Better watch your back for these haters and gold diggers
Out here they call me Indian chief, lots to go
Forget your man, he ain't gots to know
Isn't this great? your flight leaves at eight
My flight lands at nine in LA, we unwind!
Los Angeles, damn I love this town!
Sure feels good to be home!
[Verse 1]
Look, when you come to LA, you gonna see
The models cost money, but the hood rats are free
They're looking so good, I can't keep from cashing
I'm not drunk baby, but they're here for asking
They say "don't go to the park", I'm going anyway
I throw a real house party like I was getting played
And when this shit pops off, it happens everyday
Come to [?] where I stay, I love LA
[Hook]
Compton, Long Beach, [?] and [?]
Beaches on Sunday
Girl [?], sunsets, [?] hood lights hit me [?]
I love LA
I love it, I love it, I love it
Man, I love LA
[Verse 2]
Picture this, in this city we're deeper than be our best
Stackin' money to the ceiling is high, it's cannabis
We swole off butter, bread and grits
We like chicks with voluptuous lips and fast cars
Even though they like to make, love the stars
The close that I'mma get to prison is 16 bars
So if the cops try to stop us and the car ain't ours
I'mma step on the pedal, blast to Mars
I'm driving, no liquor, rolling more thicker
Your car run fast, my car run quicker
When you count your money from six to eight figures
Better watch your back for these haters and gold diggers
Out here they call me Indian chief, lots to go
Forget your man, he ain't gots to know
Isn't this great? your flight leaves at eight
My flight lands at nine in LA, we unwind!
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