The Return

It’s the return to the city of the angels and demons

Where the party’s still popping while the neighbors is sleeping

Police helicopters flying over our heads

I don’t know what happened but I hope that nobody’s dead

You know that shit don’t stop so now it’s back to the basics

Living above the law, that’s some classic LA shit

And banging Pac, Cube, Snoop, Eazy, and Dre shit

Been on a hiatus, now we back to our Since I was kid, my best friend was Kurupt

Yo-Yo was my bitch and DJ Quik was my unc’

Mack 10 and Dub-C taught me to tie my Chucks

And Nate Dogg was my nigga, he never left me on stuck

I give my city a hug and make love to the pavement

Where I live at everyday is like a fucking vacation

Hoes come to my city, looking for a vocation

I tell him get with this pick up or she?

Ya bitch wanna smoke with a nigga

She said you’s a broke ass nigga

And girls just wanna have fun

Ride around, top down in the sun

She want a nigga that can

Buy her something, buy her something, buy her something

She need a nigga that can

Buy her something, buy her something, buy her something

Yea, yea

K I heard from this old throwback I been dying to cut down

She used to be a dime, heard she got her a son now

Tryna get at me, but she got a big gut now

And showed up to my crib weighing two hundred plus pounds

You tryna guess if I still got in them guts, wow

I did though, don’t act like you never fucked with no big ho

We from that big coast where the 6 42s hop

And where the guns might bust, and where there’s none like us

House parties cracking ’til the sun light’s up

Name another trio with a buzz like us

Name another trio who can bust like us

Who get love like us, but there’s none I trust

Say rest in peace to the homie, Floss too much and you bound to get served

Talk reckless and it’s bound to get heard

Niggas booking flights into town just for the herbs

Don’t think it’s just the birds

Surfing and sunshine

Run that light and you swerve into one time, some broke, some fly

Cutthroat, cut ties

That nigga sixteen, how he get double life, for tryna bubble white

Pack heats and

Niggas after cash like it’s always tax season

Pull a Breezil with ass fat, cleavage

Met her Friday, got the ass that weekend

Hatchback beating, where the cash at, seek it

Wear the wrong hat, you can catch that beating

Laderas and the swang, we in the parking lot chiefin’

Yea, that’s the city that I’mma never leaving

We get high