Rollin' in my little Regal
Freakin' dog like Beagle L .A. Symphony,
forgot about the way that we drop
So we bout to do this crispy and risky
rapping over fly instrumentals
Down with soup, the chemist like lintel,
Lady friends, I treat gentle,
cause they nimble an d beautiful,
and freaking get a nice apartment
And do this for a living,
And represent Christ on the mic like,
Leave my imprint to know exactly who I am,
I'm Roger Moore, Kool -Aid in Ecuador
Nice turtleneck an d loafers,
drinks on coasters, L .A.
Hit with restaurants and pornos
But God's callin' the whole
The anointing starts leaking
Back in the days, the nights of skating
I was down with B twice for life
I live in L .K., the home of N .H .B.
And 18th Street, Niggie K .O .D.
Runnin' through the streets,
And they all askin' for a homie
I live in L .K., the home of L .P .G.
And Hoover Street, Crip City, S .U .P.
A couple Crips here or there
And before that I was the beatbox
And this other dog nigga livin'
And we would bus on the way
Michael Lindsay asked me if
And we would clown in the rap
So play back in the day baby,
away from my boys in the wood
Yet I'm still kinda shallow
And now I'm suckin' dope like Waspika
brainwashed with the kick
Haleo's fishin' man with wasp lip
I live in L .A., the home of IBC
In Riverside Drive, brother,
Runnin' through the streets,
And they all askin' for, who me?
I live in L .A., the home of I .S .D.
In Alvarado Street, N .G .A .R .C.
Runnin' through the streets,
And they all askin' for, who me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I live in LA, the home of NHB,
and 18th Street, Niggi K .O .D.
Runnin' through the streets,
and they all askin' for...