Deuce, TruTh - Here in L.A. lyrics
[Deuce, TruTh - Here in L.A. lyrics]
Hollyhood in the house los Angeles, stand up
I was having dreams, laid out on the futon
Knocks on my mama's crib, they came through
Suit on i couldn't save my life even
If I had a coupon four years later
Now I'm back with my jewels on
Yeah, I'm Mr hollyhood
Ain't talking lights-camera
Money grow on fucking trees, yeah
I'm talking marijuana
I'm tucking pistol hammer
Ain't tucking true December
I ain't talking baking soda
But I got that Arm and Hammer
Yeah, she got a head game
She be playing head games
Fucking with that real pimp
Dunking on you hater lames
Sipping on the Haterade
Get yourself a Minute Maid
Making moves, getting praised
Switching lanes, interstate
Laker game, Staples Center
Sitting next to O Jack
Nothing but the fucking truth
Putting on a coldact
Riding through the boulevard, all clear
No tip and I got my stripes on
Like Jay on his Blueprint
Here in LA, here in LA
All of our dreams come true, there's a reason
But we're here in LA, we're here in LA
So if you see me, don't be scared to greet me
Up here in LA, in LA
Hi, I'm The Truth, rapper slash hustler
See the Benz parked, blame it on the customer
Ain't talking safe sex, homie
But I stay strapped yes, I'm the prize
But I don't come with gift wrap
I still come from Hollyhood
From my Mexicanos right there by the fence
Right around McDonald's
Keys ain't a problem
I'll push it like Alicia
Break it all down then charge it like a Visa
Walking through Griffith Park
Sipping on the Kool-Aid yeah, I got a PS3
You could blame the Blu-Ray
Yeah, I love the Dodgers
Love them like the Vatos
Not a fan of Roscoe's
I don't really fuck with waffles
At least once a week I gotta have my tacos
First wrap I ever got
I snatched it up from Carlos' 20
20 vision, yeah, it's hard to be me
'Cause all that's on my face
You don't see what I see
Here in LA, here in LA
All of our dreams come true, there's a reason
But we're here in LA, we're here in LA
So if you see me, don't be scared to greet me
Up here in LA, in LA
It's the City of Dreams, where people come
And people go it's the City of Fiends
With people running for that blow
This city just needs a little love
A little hope and I ain't talking snorting a
Little bit of coke or toking on that dope
Running from the po-po
Oh, no, been there and done that, so yo
Here's a story that I'd like you to know
About my life and those I once rolled with
We used to go sip Alize with no mix
Drink, catch a couple girls
With some lip rings
And then joke about how we hit these
And laugh and talk about how her shit stinks
Or how she ripped three queefs
And when I bent her over, she would scream
"Now that's a big thing"
Deuce: Oh shit, it's a he, it's a she
Here in LA, it's all the same to me
Here in LA, here in LA
All of our dreams come true, there's a reason
But we're here in LA, we're here in LA
So if you see me, don't be scared to greet me
Up here in LA, in LA
Goddamn, it feels good to be back
You've been so good to us
Here in LA, here in LA
Palm trees, fast cars, gangstas and hustlers
Only place that you can find us at is
Here in LA, here in LA
All of our dreams come true, there's a reason
But we're here in LA, we're here in LA
So if you see me, don't be scared to greet me
Up here in LA, in LA
I was having dreams, laid out on the futon
Knocks on my mama's crib, they came through
Suit on i couldn't save my life even
If I had a coupon four years later
Now I'm back with my jewels on
Yeah, I'm Mr hollyhood
Ain't talking lights-camera
Money grow on fucking trees, yeah
I'm talking marijuana
I'm tucking pistol hammer
Ain't tucking true December
I ain't talking baking soda
But I got that Arm and Hammer
Yeah, she got a head game
She be playing head games
Fucking with that real pimp
Dunking on you hater lames
Sipping on the Haterade
Get yourself a Minute Maid
Making moves, getting praised
Switching lanes, interstate
Laker game, Staples Center
Sitting next to O Jack
Nothing but the fucking truth
Putting on a coldact
Riding through the boulevard, all clear
No tip and I got my stripes on
Like Jay on his Blueprint
Here in LA, here in LA
All of our dreams come true, there's a reason
But we're here in LA, we're here in LA
So if you see me, don't be scared to greet me
Up here in LA, in LA
Hi, I'm The Truth, rapper slash hustler
See the Benz parked, blame it on the customer
Ain't talking safe sex, homie
But I stay strapped yes, I'm the prize
But I don't come with gift wrap
I still come from Hollyhood
From my Mexicanos right there by the fence
Right around McDonald's
Keys ain't a problem
I'll push it like Alicia
Break it all down then charge it like a Visa
Walking through Griffith Park
Sipping on the Kool-Aid yeah, I got a PS3
You could blame the Blu-Ray
Yeah, I love the Dodgers
Love them like the Vatos
Not a fan of Roscoe's
I don't really fuck with waffles
At least once a week I gotta have my tacos
First wrap I ever got
I snatched it up from Carlos' 20
20 vision, yeah, it's hard to be me
'Cause all that's on my face
You don't see what I see
Here in LA, here in LA
All of our dreams come true, there's a reason
But we're here in LA, we're here in LA
So if you see me, don't be scared to greet me
Up here in LA, in LA
It's the City of Dreams, where people come
And people go it's the City of Fiends
With people running for that blow
This city just needs a little love
A little hope and I ain't talking snorting a
Little bit of coke or toking on that dope
Running from the po-po
Oh, no, been there and done that, so yo
Here's a story that I'd like you to know
About my life and those I once rolled with
We used to go sip Alize with no mix
Drink, catch a couple girls
With some lip rings
And then joke about how we hit these
And laugh and talk about how her shit stinks
Or how she ripped three queefs
And when I bent her over, she would scream
"Now that's a big thing"
Deuce: Oh shit, it's a he, it's a she
Here in LA, it's all the same to me
Here in LA, here in LA
All of our dreams come true, there's a reason
But we're here in LA, we're here in LA
So if you see me, don't be scared to greet me
Up here in LA, in LA
Goddamn, it feels good to be back
You've been so good to us
Here in LA, here in LA
Palm trees, fast cars, gangstas and hustlers
Only place that you can find us at is
Here in LA, here in LA
All of our dreams come true, there's a reason
But we're here in LA, we're here in LA
So if you see me, don't be scared to greet me
Up here in LA, in LA