Lyrics LA Nights - People Under The Stairs

LA Nights

WRLA
55 min after the hour
Taking you out into the LA night be safe and sound
May you have green lights out there in the LA night all the way
Dolla Bill, your hip-hop mc
Reminding you as you pull some of that funk out of your trunk
While you dig the Thes One / Double K hip-hop beat breakdown
Its friday night on the streets of L. A
Homies on the corner doing the boogaloo
Feeling the crisp breeze, blowin' loud on trees
Watching the cars pass looking as the sun creeps
Lower into the ocean—the city’s in motion
On La Cienga, the limo stretch up Sunset
Talking loud on your handset stuck in the traffic
Or hangin' on the porch with your buddies gettin' ill
The West Side’s the best side, we know how to chill
Or hittin up the beach, yo its better at night
The stars shine bright, the vibe is just right
Or pullin' out that Cutlass to dip down the ave
Got the moon roof open with the funk on blast
And honkin' on the dames to the left of your lane
It’s a night in Los Angeles no need to complain
We on the campagin and we doin it right
Live from Crecent Heights its an LA night
Let’s go
LA night, don’t you want to treat it right (Los Angeles)
I’m going out on the streets of LA
LA night, don’t you want to treat it right (Los Angeles)
So if you wanna roll on the streets of LA
LA night, don’t you want to treat it right (Los Angeles)
The sun is goin down over the 110
Going out with your lady or just hangin' with your friends
The city of LA comes alive at night
When lights turn on, we don our best bespoke and backstroke
On the freeway headed to this side or that side
That’s why Los Angelinos take pride in a clean ride
The brake lights reflect off of the windshield
Get valet at the Chalet, early shopping at the Westfield
You gotta look proper.
LA night they won’t let you in
Whether you rooftop standing or at the Edison
Underground city night life has many layers
From bachelorette parties, tourists, to local players
They all stars at the bars, but for one night only
‘Cause every Los Angeles night is a story for old homies
And dive bars low key, west side karaoke
South side smokin the holy ghost on the porch
We call it «cool out»
In junior high we called that shit a «kick back»
I reminisce on L.A. nights past and drink a six-pack
And Avenue A to Redondo, watchin the sunset
‘cause LA gives you nights that you’ll never forget
It’s LA