Los Angeles Daze

[Double K:] Check it… People Under The Stairs… Double K… [Both:] Thes One… [Double K:] Putting it down… the way it should be… [Thes One:] For two… [Double K:] The way it should’ve been… [Thes One:] L.A. style… [Double K:] We gonna do it… [Thes One:] The West style… [Double K:] Me and Thes… [Thes One:] Hip-hop… [Double K:] You… Two, one… [Thes One:] For everybody… [Sung sample:] Ask why and we’re be so while… [Rap samples:] ‘Cause I’m rough and I’m tough… In a b-boy stance… and I come from L.A. (x2… then scratched together) [Double K:] Crescent Heights city, yeah, that’s where I’m from A gang of wild-ass niggas that don’t back down to run And supposed to perpetrate on bustas that we putting it down These so-called L.A. fools that ain’t nowhere to be found I see you throwing up the “W,” but yo, I’m here to trouble you Of what you listening to-1-3, and that’s 3-1-0, not 3-1-3, so get it right… Bust it… yo, we makin’ dope like Hoover and Pico, move slow Be polite and everything’ll be alright, despite what other niggas say Yo, this where it at, them other West Coast faggots, yo, where they at? Word to MC Ren, I showed them people that you wack Peace to the real crews defacing walls on backstreets In the city of set, porch, halls, and swap meets From the school of hard knocks, the generation passed down Kaiser Permanente, yo, that’s where I was found In the middle of the funk era, 'fros and dashikis Pops was putting it down, chilling at the speakeasy Now I’m posting at Unity with the b-boy stance (word!) Take a glance and keep walking, yo, you know who it is I’m from the motherfucking hardest-working group in show biz If your shit ain’t humping right, don’t even bring it this way You get booed off the stage, leaving town the next day Telling your boys, “It is aight, better luck next time The only thing that was cool: the weed, women, and sunshine” Forgot to look under the stairs, yo, much more to boast about Trying to diss and get that ass knocked out [Thes One:] Thes born in South America, moved to South Bay Run with a crew from Mid-City, that’s where I stay I’m from L.A., always have been, and always will be capitol The sprawled up piece stands out like palm trees Next to pine trees, blowing in the Santa Ana breeze My DJ’s got fame, underground Rick Dees I am MC, so bring in funk in five minutes I jam like the 110 in the ‘84 Olympics Keep the rhyme moving like the Unity location Rap has been my vocation Since before the Japanese owned the radio station That’s why they Fired Jay Thomas I keep it fattened like the llama, yo, I promise Never stop, never change, like the price at Dodger Stadium I blow up, rock free shows at the Palladium Afterwards, the crew I’m taking ‘em to Tommy’s Burgers Gotta be for every Los Angelino Murder A rhyme for every burglar, Thes a well-worder It comes together in a freeway like East LA merger That means you’ll get no pay, but I urge you Keep ya eye on L.A. like Chuck Henry, word You heard of someone better? Send ‘em our way He get done the L.A. Way, the drive-by way… [Rap samples:] ‘Cause I’m rough and I’m tough… In a b-boy stance… and I come from L.A. (all scratched together) [Thes One:] Check it… everyone in my town think they got flows Thes serve more wack MCs than waitresses at Roscoe’s You know me, at the graveyard shift, gettin spliffed We can take it downtown like Figueroa and 5th And after that, I’m heading up to El Cholo for some dinner Bustin’ through the inner-city underground like the red line Thinner than the line at car wash in El Niño That’s you son, see no time in this locale Underground, down, talking ‘bout, “Yo, I’m keepin it real!” I’m coming with the Walkman and tapes, not steel Not a .22, .45, but a 9, Double O, 6 Put it on your letter to the better, lick a stamp, send it And mail a letter to Thes, L.A. legend like Fernando Valenzuela Yes, he never ran in a battle, yes He be smoking beedis, watching the sun set from Sunset [Double K:] Ay-yo, we got rappers walking around, shook like earthquakes Blame it on San Andreas, it was a fault you had to wait To grab the steel, how you feel? Ain’t even got skills to represent The City of Angels, my whole team is heaven sent Getting shit accomplished, yo, check the way we rock this Like the Raiders in ‘88, fool, you can’t stop us Like gang-banging, this shit’ll be banging for centuries Imperial groups spreading like bank robberies Over the Southland, we put the funk in your trunk To bump hard, like 808s, sorry you had to wait But we was digging in the crates, no fear, it’s here Shady like MacArthur Park, don’t get caught after dark Might never come back, see, sometimes it’s like that Some niggas carry a gat, some niggas use their head But the smartest of the smartest’ll still come out dead It’s true it ain’t where you’re from, it’s where you’re at But you’ll still get caught up wearing the wrong colored-hat And on that note, everybody shut the fuck up and kick it Spliffted, whatever you do, make sure you don’t miss it ‘Cause we coming like the end, yo, it’s just about wax So watch out, we bringing bad luck like Wilshire and Fairfax And it’s just like that, so check it out… [Rap samples:] ‘Cause I’m rough and I’m tough… In a b-boy stance… and I come from L.A. (all scratched together) [James Brown:] “Fred, where you from?” [Fred Wesley:] “L.A.” [James Brown & others:] “Uh oh, uh oh! Uh oh! Ask him where he started from…” [Spoken sample:] California… (repeats)