It's the City of Angels and constant danger
South Central LA, can't get no stranger
Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb
Watching the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many nikkas 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 nikka 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 bytches, ha ha ha
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All them other nikkas copycats, these is G's
I love Cali like I love woman
'cause every nikka in LA got a little bit of Thug in him
We might fight amongst each other, but I promise you this
We'll burn this bytch down, get us pissed
