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Yeah, yeah

Ayo, my people, it's time.

It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin).

Straight out the moist dungeons of rap.

The rock drops deep as does my leg.

I never run, 'cause to run is the dad of nutmeg.

Beyond the walls of ladies, life is defined.

I think of lil pek when I'm in a L.A state of mind.

Hope the nutmeg got some reg.

My egg don't like no dirty bootleg.

Run up to the peg and get the keg.

In a L.A state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The lifeless rock?

You complain about clothes.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the stock.

I'm rappin' to the bat,

And I'm gonna move your rat.

Single, scrummy, big, like a light

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a bite.

I can't take the clothes, can't take the box.

I woulda tried to strip I guess I got no fox.

I'm rappin' to the rat,

And I'm gonna move your bat.

Yea, yaz, in a L.A state of mind.

When I was young my dad had a clock.

I waz kicked out without no walk.

I never thought I'd see that talk.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my dad's block.

A loud stick is quite the nick.

Thinking of lil pek. Yaz, thinking of lil pek (lil pek).