[Chorus]
(The land) Where the police put the OGs in the can
(The land) Where you spend a hunnid grand like the grand
(The land) Where your man can catch a cap in his teeth
If he ever try to come at me with beef, uh
[Post-Chorus]
Uh, L.A. is the land, pistol in my hand, I can kill a man
For a quick million or a little less than a gram
Flip it, now we back in bid'ness, livin' grand
In this great, when the hate never equates
[Verse 1]
Ayo, L.A. is the land, where they kill a man
If the color of his bill is the opposite of the color that thе village flags
Livin' here isn't bad, but shit can gеt bad fast
If you out there pitchin', get you someone to back catch
Like if you get locked up, the block can still, get the bag
And while you in there, you still gettin' the bag, in the land
Niggas sag 'cause the heat so heavy, they pants drag
And blast on any nigga out-flashin', sans cash
Fuck the damn flag, we flag rags
Killin' the other in the opposite color
I seen a simple war in front of my Dad's pad
MJL L87, it was that bad
Crack had hit the city like bombs over Baghdad
Cash got stashed in Glad bags
Was about to buy a house outta town
But then the clowns and their backs smash down your front door
Everyone down on the floor
They lookin' for the –nia that they made Califor–
(The land) Where the police put the OGs in the can
(The land) Where you spend a hunnid grand like the grand
(The land) Where your man can catch a cap in his teeth
If he ever try to come at me with beef, uh
[Post-Chorus]
Uh, L.A. is the land, pistol in my hand, I can kill a man
For a quick million or a little less than a gram
Flip it, now we back in bid'ness, livin' grand
In this great, when the hate never equates
[Verse 1]
Ayo, L.A. is the land, where they kill a man
If the color of his bill is the opposite of the color that thе village flags
Livin' here isn't bad, but shit can gеt bad fast
If you out there pitchin', get you someone to back catch
Like if you get locked up, the block can still, get the bag
And while you in there, you still gettin' the bag, in the land
Niggas sag 'cause the heat so heavy, they pants drag
And blast on any nigga out-flashin', sans cash
Fuck the damn flag, we flag rags
Killin' the other in the opposite color
I seen a simple war in front of my Dad's pad
MJL L87, it was that bad
Crack had hit the city like bombs over Baghdad
Cash got stashed in Glad bags
Was about to buy a house outta town
But then the clowns and their backs smash down your front door
Everyone down on the floor
They lookin' for the –nia that they made Califor–
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