[Intro]

"Street Science you're on the air. What do you feel when you hear a record like 2Pac's new one?"

"I love 2Pac's new record."

"Right, but don't you feel like that creates tension between East and West? He's talking about killing people, I had sex with your wife and not in those words. But he's talking about I wanna see you deceased..."

[Verse 1]

No doubt... To live and die in L.A.
California- what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun and everybody got love

To live and die in L.A.
Where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us n****s hustle for the cash
So it's hard to knock it
Everybody got their own thang
Currency chasing
Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces
Shed tears we bury n****s close to heart
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark
Cold hearted about it

N***a got smoked by a fiend, trying to floss on him
Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lesson
Court cases keep me guessing, plea bargain
Ain't an option now
So I'm stressing, cost me more to be free than a life in the pen
Making money off of cuss words, writing again
Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen
Late night down sunset liking the scene
What's the worst they could do to s n**** got me lost in hell
To live and die in L.A. on bail, my angel sing

(Chorus)

To live and die in L.A.
It's the place to be
You've got be there to know it, what everybody wanna see (2x)

(Verse 2)

Its the City of Angels and constant danger
South Central L.A. cant get no stranger
Full of drama like a soap opera on the curb
Watching the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many n**** getting three strikes tossed in jail
I swear the pen the right across from hell I can't cry
Cause it's on now, I'm just a n**** on his own now
Living life Thug style so I can't smile
Writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures
Thinking Cali just fun and bitches, ha ha ha
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All of them other n**** copycats these is G's
I love Cali like I love women
Cause every n**** in L.A. got a little bit of thug in him
We might fight amongst each other but I promise you this
We'll burn this bitch down get us pissed
To live and die in L.A let my angel sing

(Chorus)

To live and die in L.A.
It's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see (2x)

(Verse 3)

Cause would it be L.A. without Mexicans?
Black love, brown pride, and the sets again
Pete Wilson trying to see us all broke I'm on some bullshit
Out for everything they owe remember K-DAY
Weekends, Crenshaw-- MLK
Automatics rang free, n**** lost they way
Gang signs being showed, n**** love your hood
But recognize and it's all good, where the weed at?
N**** getting shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this motherfucker perved out M.O.B
Big Suge in the Low-Low bounce and turn
Dogg pound in the Lex with a ounce to burn
Got them Watts n**** with me OFTB
They got some hash took the stash left the rest for me
Neckbone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy too
Big rock got knocked but this one's for you
I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hoping it pay
Getting high watching time fly, to live and die in L.A.
Let my angel sing

(Chorus)

To live and die in L.A.
It's the place to be
You've got be there to know it, what everybody wanna see (2x)

This go out for 92.3, and 106
All the radio stations that be bumping my shit
Making my shit sell katruple quitraple platinum
This go out to all the magazines that supported me
All the real motherfuckers
All the stores, the mom and the pop spots
A&R people all you all motherfuckers
L.A. California Love part motherfucking two
Without gay ass Dre