Deuce ft. The Truth [USA/CA/Los Angeles] - Here In LA

Intro [Truth]: Hollyhood in the house Los Angeles Stand up Verse 1 [Truth]: I was having dreams laid out on the futon Knocks on my mama’s crib They came thought suton I couldn’ t save my life even if I had a coupon Four years later, now I’m back with my jewels on Yeah I’m Mr. Hollyhood Ain’ t talkin’ lights, camera Money grow on fuckin trees Yeah I’m talkin marijuana I’m talkin pistol hammer Ain’ t talkin Trudy Zammer I ain’ t talkin baking soda But I got that arm and hammer Yeah, she got a head game She be playin head games Fuckin with a real pimp Dunkin on you hater legs Sippin on that Haterade Get yourself a minute maid Makin moves, getting praised Switching lanes, interstate Laker game snipples to the center, sittin next to O Jack Nothin but fuckin Truth puttin on the cold act Ridin through the boulevard All clear, no tip And I got my stripes on Like Jay on his girlfriend. Chorus [Deuce]: Here in LA, here in LA All of our dreams come true, there’s a reason But we’re here in LA, we’re here in LA So if ya see me, don’ t be scared to greet me Up here in LA, in LA. Verse 2 [Truth]: Hi I’m the Truth, rapper slash hustler See the Benz parked Blame it on the costumer Ain’ t talkin safe sex Homie but I stay strapped Yes I’m the Chrysler I don’ t come with gift wrap I still come from Hollyhood From my Mexicanos, right there by the fence Right around McDonalds Keys ain’ t a problem, I push it like Alicia Break it all down and charge it like a visa Walkin’ through Griffith Park Sippin on that Kool-Aid Yeah I got a PS3, you could blame the Blu-Ray Yeah I love the Dodgers Love ’em like the Vatos Not a fan of the Rascoes Cuz I don’ t really fall for waffles Atleast once a week I gotta have my tacos First wrap I ever got I snatched it up from Carlos Twenty-twenty vision yeah it’s hard to be on me Cuz alls on my face, you don’ t see that I see. Chorus [Deuce]: Here in LA, here in LA All of our dreams come true, there’s a reason But we’re here in LA, we’re here in LA So if ya see me, don’ t be scared to greet me Up here in LA, in LA. Verse 3 [Deuce]: It’s the city of dreams Where people come and people go It’s the city of fiends Where people runnin’ for that blow This city just needs a little love, little hope And I ain’ t talkin’ snortin’ a little bit of coke Or tokin’ on that dope runnin’ from the po-po, Oh no, been there and done that, so yo Here’s story that I like you to know About my life and those I once rolled with We used to go sip Alize with no mix, Drink, catch a couple girls with some lip rings And then joke about how we hit these, And laugh and talk about how her shit stinks Or how she ripped three queefs And when I bent her over she would scream (No, that’s a big thing) Oh shit, it’s a he, it’s a she Here in LA, it’s all the same to me. Chorus [Deuce]: Here in LA, here in LA All of our dreams come true, there’s a reason But we’re here in LA, we’re here in LA So if ya see me, don’ t be scared to greet me Up here in LA, in LA. Bridge [Deuce and Truth]: Goddamn it feels good to be back, You’ve been so good to us Here in LA, here in LA Palm trees, fast cars, gangsters and hustlers Only place you can find us at is… Chorus [Deuce]: Here in LA, here in LA All of our dreams come true, there’s a reason But we’re here in LA, we’re here in LA So if ya see me, don’ t be scared to greet me Up here in LA, in LA.