Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Savin' L.A. , by - Styles of Beyond. Song from the album Reseda Beach, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.10.2012
Record label: Tokyo Sex Whale
Song language: English
Savin' L.A. |
| L.A., L.A., that’s where I stay |
| And I ride of them thangs like everyday |
| Totally awesome, okay? |
| And if you don’t believe me come around my way |
| (Standing on this mountain |
| Looking over L. A |
| At the break of day) |
| (Outta Cali with a bang, bitch! Fuckin' insane, bitch! |
| The man savin' L.A.) |
| (Savin' L. A |
| Outta Cali with a bang, bitch! |
| Fuckin' insane, bitch!) |
| Yo, the man savin' L. A |
| I rock the California State flag over my face |
| 8−1-8 takin' over, gotta notice the flow, brah |
| I caught a little break with Shinoda and Hova |
| Put out the mixtape with Green Lantern with smash hits |
| The song I did with Juelz Santana was bat shit |
| Fact is, I’m nasty |
| In need of a sponge bath |
| I make you make a face like you sniffin' a skunk’s ass |
| Mash out |
| Motherfuckers better know the program pronto |
| I’ll kill your boss soft, make your capo compost |
| Dudes, wanna fuck around? |
| Fine, I’m chillin' |
| You may have a couple nines, but I got a few kagillion |
| It’s sad lavish |
| After mathematics, uh! |
| In the home of fine wine and cash addicts |
| You want static, you can handle it simple |
| A couple batteries and jumper cables hooked to your nipples |
| I’m from… |
| L.A., L.A., that’s where I stay |
| And we ride of them things like everyday |
| Totally awesome, okay? |
| So if you don’t believe me come around my way |
| (Around my way) |
| (Outta Cali with a bang, bitch! Fuckin' insane, bitch! |
| The man savin' L. A) |
| So watch what you say |
| (Savin' L.A.) |
| I’m here to save the day |
| (Outta Cali with a bang, bitch! Fuckin' insane, bitch!) |
| (I get it, baby!) |
| Is it… L.A. or is it Entourage? |
| Actors actin' like gangstas, rappers wrapped up in façades |
| Stuck up models and broads, stuck on Hollywood’s mirage |
| Stickin' fingers down they throats tryin' to keep a model’s size |
| Sunshine |
| This is where the ballers live |
| But hit my side of town, this is where they’ll rob you quick |
| Carson, Cali |
| You can take the 110 to the 91 East, and hop off on Wilmington |
| Compton’s next door |
| Long Beach on the other side |
| Harbor City, San Pedro |
| Extra five minute ride |
| Peace to my Mexicans, Samoans, Cambodians, Asians |
| Even a few white boys in the hood hayin' |
| Blowin' kush, ridin' Chargers and Harleys |
| Do we got love for the police? |
| Naw, not hardly |
| This the west coast, more than low-lows and gang bangin' |
| My city got the whole world imitatin' |
| Rollin' through Laurel Canyon and my home in Los Angeles |
| Listenin' to this song I did before I was on the cannibis |
| Make a right off of Crescent Heights and blockin' up my speed |
| Cause Cheapshot’s spinnin' right on top of the Roxy |
| Yep, yep, phenomenal |
| Tak done got a street buzz |
| Shots in the abdominal, rendez-vous at the Key Club |
| Once I get a cutie I would like to spoon |
| I move her right across the street into the Viper Room |
| Shit |
| They know my face in over half of the globe |
| That’s why I’m still up in the place drinkin' after they close |
| Once I got a little itch for some bucks to spend |
| I take a trip to Los Feliz, hit the Rustic Inn |
| Yeah and I ain’t quittin', I’m sippin' on hell’s fire |
| Once the mission is finished we dippin' to Mel’s Diner |
| Check my wristwatch: it’s a quarter to five |
| And hit the last pit stop, baby, right off of Highland |
| In… |