"La Shit" lyrics
(feat. Kendrick Lamar)
Yo, Jay Rock, K. Dot, man
Ha, I like this one, man
Ayo, I love New York, I love it
But lemme tell you 'bout this L.A. shit, though
Ride with me, come on, 'cause I'm gone, come on
I'm on my L.A. shit
Big Boy in the morning, on my L.A. shit
Yeah, I'm on my L.A. shit
At the Slauson swap meet, on my L.A. shit
Yeah, I'm on my L.A. shit
Flossin' on Crenshaw, on my L.A. shit
Harlem city walk, on my L.A. shit
All the Fox Hills morn', on my L.A. shit
Yeah, I'm on my L.A. shit
Got the country following the CA script
Hustlin' Chuck Taylors, on my L.A. strip
Gettin' money, takin' money, with my L.A. clique
Yeah, I'm on my L.A. shit
I rep the Dodgers & Lakes, L.A. clips
Tight Louie V jeans on L.A. chicks
Smokin' up the chronic, see me L.A. spliff
Yeah, I'm on my L.A. shit
You niggas know we deserve the props y'all get
Ridin' up in the 6-4 in my L.A. whip'
Impalas and Lex, on that Crenshaw strip
Ha, I'm on my L.A. shit
L.A., started that gangbang shit
All over these peaches and flip-flop kicks
And a slingshot, tryna pull an L.A. bitch
White tee? Check
Dickies? Check
Black and white Chuck T.s? Check
6-4 Impala? Check
Bandana around my neck
Hershey, hershey, hershey, hershey, hershey
(Bang yo' set)
Ooh, woo
I'm on my L.A. shit
Cut off Khakis, L.A. shit
I'm on my L.A. shit
Corduroy houseshoes, L.A. shit
I'm on my L.A. shit
Playing dominoes on some L.A. shit
(Hoppin' 6-4s on some L.A. shit)
Ridin' with my burner on some L.A. shit
K. Dot on that L.A. shit
L.A. Cutlass, L.A. Converse kicks on my feet
Headed to the swap meet
'Bout to get a white tee and some tan Khakis
He-he, now that's L.A. shit
The place where they started that gangbang shit
Y'all gettin' retarded with the gangbang shit
You're doing it all wrong, you're not a blood or crip
It's nothin' like a Jon Singleton script
It's sumn' like beef, it's like ya enemy live right down the street
And ya gotta deal with him lookin' at yo' family, every day
Every day on that L.A. shit
Smokin' big chronic, sippin' OE
OGs gotta discipline the YGs
So the neighborhood park where they gon' meet
Now that's our shit, that's a beach cruiser
Wit' ya homie on the handlebars shit
G-Ride, stolen car shit, liftin' weights in front of my yard shit
The police can't do us no harm shit
We shoot at them and make them retreat
White tee? Check
Dickies? Check
Black and white Chuck T.s? Check
6-4 Impala? Check
Bandana around my neck
Hershey, hershey, hershey, hershey, hershey
(Bang yo' set)
Ooh, woo
I'm on my L.A. shit
Cut off Khakis, L.A. shit
Ha, I like this one, man
Ayo, I love New York, I love it
But lemme tell you 'bout this L.A. shit, though
Ride with me, come on, 'cause I'm gone, come on
I'm on my L.A. shit
Big Boy in the morning, on my L.A. shit
Yeah, I'm on my L.A. shit
At the Slauson swap meet, on my L.A. shit
Yeah, I'm on my L.A. shit
Flossin' on Crenshaw, on my L.A. shit
Harlem city walk, on my L.A. shit
All the Fox Hills morn', on my L.A. shit
Yeah, I'm on my L.A. shit
Got the country following the CA script
Hustlin' Chuck Taylors, on my L.A. strip
Gettin' money, takin' money, with my L.A. clique
Yeah, I'm on my L.A. shit
I rep the Dodgers & Lakes, L.A. clips
Tight Louie V jeans on L.A. chicks
Smokin' up the chronic, see me L.A. spliff
Yeah, I'm on my L.A. shit
You niggas know we deserve the props y'all get
Ridin' up in the 6-4 in my L.A. whip'
Impalas and Lex, on that Crenshaw strip
Ha, I'm on my L.A. shit
L.A., started that gangbang shit
All over these peaches and flip-flop kicks
And a slingshot, tryna pull an L.A. bitch
White tee? Check
Dickies? Check
Black and white Chuck T.s? Check
6-4 Impala? Check
Bandana around my neck
Hershey, hershey, hershey, hershey, hershey
(Bang yo' set)
Ooh, woo
I'm on my L.A. shit
Cut off Khakis, L.A. shit
I'm on my L.A. shit
Corduroy houseshoes, L.A. shit
I'm on my L.A. shit
Playing dominoes on some L.A. shit
(Hoppin' 6-4s on some L.A. shit)
Ridin' with my burner on some L.A. shit
K. Dot on that L.A. shit
L.A. Cutlass, L.A. Converse kicks on my feet
Headed to the swap meet
'Bout to get a white tee and some tan Khakis
He-he, now that's L.A. shit
The place where they started that gangbang shit
Y'all gettin' retarded with the gangbang shit
You're doing it all wrong, you're not a blood or crip
It's nothin' like a Jon Singleton script
It's sumn' like beef, it's like ya enemy live right down the street
And ya gotta deal with him lookin' at yo' family, every day
Every day on that L.A. shit
Smokin' big chronic, sippin' OE
OGs gotta discipline the YGs
So the neighborhood park where they gon' meet
Now that's our shit, that's a beach cruiser
Wit' ya homie on the handlebars shit
G-Ride, stolen car shit, liftin' weights in front of my yard shit
The police can't do us no harm shit
We shoot at them and make them retreat
White tee? Check
Dickies? Check
Black and white Chuck T.s? Check
6-4 Impala? Check
Bandana around my neck
Hershey, hershey, hershey, hershey, hershey
(Bang yo' set)
Ooh, woo
I'm on my L.A. shit
Cut off Khakis, L.A. shit
