Tha Dogg Pound, Wyann Vaughn - LA Here's to U lyrics

Yeah, ha ha
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
Players and pimps
We'd like to welcome you all to Los Angeles
California yes, sir

Run it down the line, Sunset and Vine
Blow a half a zip by the Hollywood sign
Scotty once said "It gets better with time"
Eastside Long Beach but this
LA county on mines
Yeah, this is the sign of the times
One of a kind, and this might blow your mind
This ain't no TV show, bow-wow-yippee yo
Standin' on your tippy-toe, nigga, here we
Here we go
Crenshaw Boulevard, everywhеre niggas hard
Left on Vernon by my auntiе's front yard
No disrespect or disregard
Shout out to the whole
Motherfuckin' Crip card


Dip hard, rip hard, used to poplock
You turn on the wrong street
And you will get got
Rules of the city like fie-fi-fo
Creep slow in a '4, motherfuck Five-O

I'm from Cali, baby women, weed, and weather
I'm from Cali, baby it ain't nothin' better
Here's to you (Oh, hey)
Here's to you (Oh, hey)
Here's to you (Oh, hey)
Here's to you (Oh, yeah, Ah ha)

Look, Dogg Pound Gangstas, we gotta dump off
Unless you wanna hear that pump cough
Watch who you talk on
And watch the different streets you walk on
I mob like a mobster
Like I'm a motherfuckin' monster
Don't make me approach you
Contraband in my hand
With the homies from the land
With a plan to expand
And leave with a hundred grand with
My pistol in my hand
Just me, Daz, and bigg Snoop
Niggas that ain't never kept out the loop
Look, is this the way you livin'
In this land of the unforgiven?
Man, be wary how you livin'
So let me show you where a nigga livin'

I'm from Cali, baby women, weed, and weather
I'm from Cali, baby it ain't nothin' better
Here's to you (Oh, hey)
Here's to you (Oh, yeah, yeah, Hey)
Here's to you (Oh, hey)
Here's to you (West Coast, Oh, ah ha)

The glamour, the lights
Turn the city into the place you wanna be at
Tha Dogg Pound Gangstas, yeah, nigga
We bizzack
From Figueroa to Pacific Palisades
Iconic Hollywood culture
Blow it in the frame
Blind from the sunrays, I put on my locs
Skirt that Sunset as I ride and smoke
Approximately twenty-two miles to
That famous boulevard
Echo Park, Silver Lake
Now I'm smokin' my car
Treacherous in areas, yeah
It's four lanes wide
Esés, Asian, niggas, and yeah, one time
History extended Cesar Chavez
For prostitution, hoes sellin' all ass
By the Sunset Strip with a
Black and white blonde bitch
Pistol on the grip, yeah, I'm takin' no shit
(Boo yow) you see us as we ride by
Exit 405, now the shit's gettin' live, we in

I'm from Cali, baby women, weed, and weather
I'm from Cali, baby it ain't nothin' better
Here's to you (Oh, hey)
Here's to you (Oh, hey)
Here's to you (Oh, hey)
Here's to you (Oh, ah ha)

Oh, hey oh, hey
Oh, hey oh, ah ha