I love L.A... (Young Dre)
Big bad Los Angeles (Killafornia)
Yes... still the flyest to me
Errbody got somthin' to say
You ain't been here, then don't say nothin'
Come here and experience this Los Angeles
Ah...I love L.A

I'm up; I barely opened my eyes
Rise and sunshine
Step outside it's 85 and it's still one at a time
It's Sunday, motorcycles out to score mo' ride
Hit the beach, PCH1, palm trees like breeze
We're like the isle of west coast with a Caribbean theme
We mo' the seas, mo' them B's, mo' them movie screens
We mo' the trees, mo' them fiends, that's the levity
We actually encompass so much culture it's a mini community
So much history of a lineage of a national legacy
Brothers, sisters, got deep since the 60' and 70'
Mexicanos been deep before the 20' and 30'
California, Califas, mucho caliente, we at
So every rip, every dog and ese on this block look around and taste the air, homie, know what you got
This is a gangstas paradise wit flashing blue and red lights
Home of the Lakers and the Clippers, Staples Center, big nights!

(I love L.A!)
For all the coaching for the pride we got
For every hood, all good, west and east side heights
(I love L.A!)
The palm trees are the best coastal view
Where the ocean's at, sun shines, skies so blue
(I love L.A!)
Where everything is 20 minutes away
Beautiful homes, even the ghettos are prime real estate
(I love L.A!)
Beautiful women yeah, where they..? here!
When it's spring, summer, fall... all but the Cali breeze
(I love L.A!)

We at the par everyday, we shop to take the trash out
Lead the show, here's sunset bouncin' the glass out
Making bad, model breeze,without a grill in my mouth
Speeding down the 110 past Slauson South
I'm with my old G's, grandma's on the front yard couch (eh)
My little homie talking 'bout he lean on the dice (eh)
My smoked out uncle wanna freestyle on the mic
But bust a rap, it ain't slipping, niggas busting caps
Hitting switches, layin' in the hood, feels good
I make my riders go passed away, bring'em back if I could
Throwing ball with they sons in the front as I should
Plus, nobody I know got killed in Inglewood
South Central, Compton or Watts today
It's 10 at night and the police still wanna play
The home-girls barbecuing gotta give me a plate, even when it rains, swear to god, man I love L.A.!

(I love L.A!)
For all the coaching for the pride we got
For every hood, all good, west and eastside heights
(I love L.A!)
The palm trees are the best coastal view
Where the ocean's at, sun shines, skies so blue
(I love L.A!)
Where everything is 20 minutes away
Beautiful homes, even the ghettos are prime real estate
(I love L.A!)
Beautiful women yeah, where they..? here!
When it's spring, summer, fall... all but the Cali breeze
(I love L.A!)

Shake the hood in my million dollar sputnik cut
Tomorrow is monumental Monday, I got to get up
Got music business in the mornin',at night it's show at the Rock's (yo)
We the G's, them otha' motha' cats, (???)
Ever see the valley to I.E.2, forget your car jacked
Oh yeah, this is still the place that'll peel your cap back
We're niggas and we're proud, got ya Dodger blue LA hats
That match, authentic tattoos
(???) no look pretty shit, R&B, butterflies and insects
Real G's still respect the cold, that's all I know!
Anything out of Wiltshire hood, start you ain't know
A little anger mixed with danger sums the life that I know
You want records of daddy babies, serving spoon of rhinestone
To live and die here in hustle-more, just to make it
How many people at court, try to beat they cases
And half way around the world, this is one of the fly-est places!

(I love L.A!)
For all the coaching for the pride we got
For every hood, all good, west and east side heights
(I love L.A!)
The palm trees are the best coastal view
Where the ocean's at, sun shines, skies so blue
(I love L.A!)
Where everything is 20 minutes away
Beautiful homes, even the ghettos are prime real estate
(I love L.A!)
Beautiful women yeah, where they..? here!
When it's spring, summer, fall... all but the Cali breeze
(I love L.A!)

Yes! Ah.. I can't tell you no better
(I love L.A!)
This is what it is out here
Oh yeah, everything ain't what it seems
(I love L.A!)
But yet everything is what it seems (haha!)
You better know where you're at
(I love L.A!)
You better know what L.A is
(I love L.A!)
Know the difference!

Composição: Young Dre The Truth