Way Tight

[Murs:]
  I'm from L dot A dot Californ-I-A hot
  Days got shade let me take you 'round the way
  Lot of out-of-towners can't handle this city
  Where you wear the wrong color and it can get tricky
  But that was eighty-six and, things done changed
  We a lot mo' evolved with the way that we bang
  Not the rips and the dawgs, man the smog might kill ya
  But you ain't gotta worry if you stayin North of Wilshire
  Don't be scared of Crenshaw, the Slausson super-mall
  Or Earl's Hot Dogs man you gotta do it y'all, c'mon
  Come to the hood where we do the most good
  Magic Johnson be ownin everything like he should
  Lynnwood, Long Beach, Hawthorne, Gazine
  From the towers in Watts, to the hills of Pasadena
  The home of the traffic and that gangbang culture
  And I hope the way we do the damn thang don't insult ya
  [Chorus: x2]
  I'm from L.A. (ahh) Southern California
  Fool the West coast, where everybody is somebody
  And the game is fame, do everythang with a bang
  And everybody wanna know, what set you claim
  [Murs:]
  The land where the six-fo's, hop up and get low
  Your favorite rapper gettin jacked for more than his sick flows
  Home of the pornos, we mess up award shows
  The weather's always warm so the women wear short clothes
  Our beaches ain't the cleanest but the {ahh} is the greenest
  And we got the blonde bombshells and sick latinas
  Then mix in the dark-skinned light-skinned sisters
  Where you never have to wear your triple goose on Christmas
  You can miss us with the blizzards and the winters
  The hurricanes unless it's in some glasses with some actresses
  Perfect frame, silicone or real it don't matter if she paid for it
  Every single trend you can probably thank L.A. for it
  Bandanas, facelifts, quick trips to Vegas
  White t-shirt, Chuck Taylors or them K-Swiss
  Poplockin, Crip walkin, chronic blunts, G-Funk
  A place that everybody hate, but you gotta see once  
  [Chorus]