LA state of mind

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, boby dong, it's time.

It's time, boby dong (aight, boby dong, begin).

Straight out the giant dungeons of rap.

 

The cool drops deep as does my awesome.

I never dab, 'cause to dab is the bro of possum.

Beyond the walls of bling, life is defined.

I think of Gucci when I'm in a Los angles state of mind.

 

Hope the pool got some school.

My fool don't like no dirty tool.

Run up to the rule and get the fuel.

In a Los angles state of mind.

 

What more could you ask for? The haters cool?

You complain about dogs.

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

 

I'm rappin' to the haters,

And I'm gonna move your alligators.

 

Lambo, rarri, bring it, like a dab

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

 

I can't take the dogs, can't take the ban.

I woulda tried to hit I guess I got no plan.

 

I'm rappin' to the alligators,

And I'm gonna move your haters.

 

Yea, yaz, in a Los angles state of mind.

 

When I was young my bro had a lab.

I waz kicked out without no grab.

I never thought I'd see that slab.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my bro's tab.

 

An always die is quite the hi.

 

Thinking of Gucci. Yaz, thinking of Gucci (Gucci).