Rollin' in my little Regal
Freakin' dog like Beagle L .A. Symphony,
Vlod like Seagull
She lives against them,
forgot about the way that we drop
So we bout to do this crispy and risky
Let's break windows,
rapping over fly instrumentals
Down with soup, the chemist like lintel,
cute like dimples
Lady friends, I treat gentle,
cause they nimble an d beautiful,
that's simple
I'm bout to make money,
and freaking get a nice apartment
And do this for a living,
quit store department
And represent Christ on the mic like,
blam
Leave my imprint to know exactly who I am,
Nancy
I'm Roger Moore, Kool -Aid in Ecuador
Nice turtleneck an d loafers,
drinks on coasters, L .A.
Hit with restaurants and pornos
But God's callin' the whole
city to get with He
And as we bust raps,
and beats, and toe taps
The anointing starts leaking
Back in the days, the nights of skating
in Roger Park Frights,
I was down with B twice for life
I live in L .K., the home of N .H .B.
And 18th Street, Niggie K .O .D.
Runnin' through the streets,
feelin' so happy
And they all askin' for a homie
I live in L .K., the home of L .P .G.
And Hoover Street, Crip City, S .U .P.
Runnin' through the
streets feelin' so happy
And they all askin' for
I grew up around blood
A couple Crips here or there
But mostly wearin' blue
would mean dare
Cause I was in Inglewood
when 85 was loud
And before that I was the beatbox
For the raps of this MC
From Inglewood family
And this other dog nigga livin'
on Venice Way
And we would bus on the way
to Crozier Junior High
Michael Lindsay asked me if
I was a virgin I lied
The same times they
connect with Ernest Ray
And we would clown in the rap
and make songs
So play back in the day baby,
a lady in Hawthorne
Junior in high school
trying to dress cool
And I was alone,
away from my boys in the wood
And the focus in my raps
turned from wack to good
Yet I'm still kinda shallow
and I need to improve
But it's not over said,
just look what Soda did
Started rap ping in 1991
And now I'm suckin' dope like Waspika
He go bib slip,
brainwashed with the kick
And if not,
Haleo's fishin' man with wasp lip
I live in L .A., the home of IBC
In Riverside Drive, brother,
many cuties
Runnin' through the streets,
feelin' so happy
And they all askin' for, who me?
I live in L .A., the home of I .S .D.
In Alvarado Street, N .G .A .R .C.
Runnin' through the streets,
feelin' so happy
And they all askin' for, who me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who me?
I live in LA, the home of NHB,
and 18th Street, Niggi K .O .D.
Runnin' through the streets,
feelin' so happy,
and they all askin' for...