Summer In Los Angeles

What’s crackin’ This is Anacron, and uh - I’m finna take yawl to my city L.A Westside Los Angeles Blessed by the best vibe most can’t resist Hot sun, clear skies, cool breeze Cool peop’s grinning at you when they say, “fool, please!” We’ve got our own speech, homegrown trees And the tightest femme slimmies from the streets to the beach You waiting on an angel? Some are here now Getting golden where it’s summer year ‘round I comes out when the sun’s out My summer ritual’s habitually dumbed out Never typical, Cuz ‘bout a different thing Surfing short breaks up at Venice where I used to bang Off a sailboat pale folks seen a Brotha kayaking up a channel in the Marina West L.A., close to the coast Where we soak up the sun and do the most There is light, there is love, there is life, there is lust Everything that you want can be found when you come To L.A Summer in Los Angeles This remind me of the eighties ‘64’s, dipped low whip, gold Dayties Jank-jank, shady, dodging dumb Daveys Before the city got gentrificatey Valley for the Bradys, but we got ‘nuff Races in the city, variety like potluck Got love, Friday night hot stuff Parties aren’t turned up until they get shot up When Saturday dawn peaks Breakfast with a bomb peach, Muay Thai in Long Beach Hit the rock wall, scale what my arms reach Reading Crayon Beats just beneath a palm tree Night falls, it’s an Unfamous bonfire ‘Til then, I’m spitting ‘nuff game at Dockweiler Caught one in a two-piece Perfect like the summer weather, hot sun with a cool breeze Chorus Let’s go to a place where the sand meets the sea And the sun touched your face with a warmth so gently I know a place where the feeling is free You can go to L.A Chorus