Lyrics
(Street Science, you're on the air)
(What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one?)
(I love Tupac's new record)
(Right, but don't you feel like that creates)
(Uh, tension between East and West?)
(He's talkin' about killing people)
("I had sex with your wife", and not in those words)
But he's talkin' about, "I wanna see you deceased")
No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles?
Still the only place for me
That never rains in the sun and everybody got love
To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggas hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it
Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin'
Worldwide through the hard times, worryin' faces
Shed tears as we bury niggas close to heart
Who was a friend, now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryna floss on him, blind to a broken man's dream
A hard lesson, court cases keep 'em guessin'
Plea bargain, ain't an option now, so I'm stressin'
Cost me more to be free than a life in the pen'
Makin' money off of cuss words, writin' again
Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen
Late night down Sunset likin' the scene
What's the worst they could do to a nigga? Got me lost in hell
To live and die in LA on bail
(My angel sing) to live and die in L.A.
Is the place to be
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see
To live and die in L.A (to live and die in L.A)
Is the place to be
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see
It's the City of Angels and constant danger
South Central L.A, can't get no stranger
Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb
Watchin' the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many niggas gettin' three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen' right across from hell
I can't cry 'cause it's home now
I'm just a nigga on his own now, livin' life thug style
So I can't smile, writin' to my peoples when they ask for pictures
Thinkin' Cali just fun and bitches
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All them other niggas copycats, these is G's
I love Cali like I love women
'Cause every nigga in L.A got a little bit of thug in 'em
We might fight amongst each other, but I promise you this
We'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed
(To live and die in L.A.) to live and die in L.A.
Is the place to be (let my angel sing)
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see
To live and die in L.A.
Is the place to be (to live and die in L.A)
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see, yeah
'Cause would it be L.A without Mexicans?
It's black love, brown pride and the sets again
Pete Wilson tryna see us all broke, I'm on some bullshit
Out for everythin' they owe, remember K-DAY
Weekends, Crenshaw, MLK
Automatics rang free, niggas lost they way
Gang signs bein' showed, nigga love your hood
But recognize and it's all good, where the weed at?
Niggas gettin' shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this motherfucker permed out
M.O.B., Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex, with a ounce to burn
Got them Watts niggas with me, OFTB
They got some hash took the stash, left the rest for me
Neckbone, Tre, Heron, Buntry too
Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you
I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin' it pay
Gettin' high watchin' time fly
(To live and die in L.A.) to live and die in L.A.
Is the place to be (let my angel sing)
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see
To live and die in L.A.
Is the place to be (to live and die in L.A)
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see, yeah
This go out for 92.3
And 106
All the radio stations that be bumpin' my shit
Makin' my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum
(To live in die in L.A) this go out to all the magazines that supported me
All the real motherfuckers (to live in die in L.A)
All the stores, the mom and pop spots
A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers (to live in die in L.A)
L.A, California Love part motherfuckin' two
Without gay ass Dre (to live in die in L.A)
(To live in die in L.A)