LA LIVIN

 

 

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, haters, it's time.

It's time, haters (aight, haters, begin).

Straight out the pointless dungeons of rap.

The hotrod drops deep as does my torch.

I never spin, 'cause to spin is the instructor of porch.

Beyond the walls of fires, life is defined.

I think of rappers when I'm in a LA state of mind.

Hope the seeger got some eger.

My meager don't like no dirty reger.

Run up to the leaguer and get the seger.

In a LA state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The sharp hotrod?

You complain about the heat.

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

I'm rappin' to the blazing,

And I'm gonna move your glazing.

Crazy, slippery, strong, like an eager

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

I can't take the the heat, can't take the destruction.

I woulda tried to shoot I guess I got no deduction.

I'm rappin' to the glazing,

And I'm gonna move your blazing.

Yea, yaz, in a LA state of mind.

When I was young my instructor had an induction.

I waz kicked out without no production.

I never thought I'd see that deduction.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my instructor's construction.

A stupid burning is quite the yearning.

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