Oye! Chico! Tirate! Que Tirate! Oye! Chica! Tirate! Que Tirate! This for the B boys in the place who be breaking rockin ecko Pnb, the nation now it's on ready set go Let it be said, dude with the dred is from the west coast Linoleum what? My homies kill it like asbestos Yeah, I'm 'bout the cleanest of the grimys Hold the mic and with the same hand do 1990's Peace to radio tron, don't stop, you know it's real Being normal like a bunt so I do stunts when I windmill And if you pose, you a faker Peace to rock steady and the LA City breakers Replace electro lights with a shot of super socco Nobody ever ticked like the homie poppin' taco Or my Uncle Pablo still pop on occasions This is dedicated to the blacks, whites and Asians And my Latinos and my bambinos Who refuse to be wack, spin on they back for a C-note Come on, throw ya hands in the air Come on people, keep 'em there Got a fam fresh crew and I'm now for mayor 'Cause it's more to this track than the kick and the snare We been all around the world trying to take you there So say yeah Yeah, today's the day, ain't it? Let your soul soar free above this world tainted I dream a dream to some it seems faded Where it don't even matter what color your skin's painted I windmilled in whales until I fainted Before the record sales prevailed we was related Like cousins and then the bling came In the meantime we still grind for street fame Like Chaka spray paint what I'm saying When I was a baby I wrote graffiti with a crayon My combos levitate like a sיance See the street signs, so I'm embracing the chaos Come on Get your hands up Get some Put your feet down Get on the floor World wide party people get ready Let the beat ride, time to rock steady Black, white, yellow, yellow, red to brown Let's rock the planet, everybody get down

CHORUS: City of angels! Justin: What you know about my city that's tic tac? Hustle to get stacks Fail get laughed at Even from here I hear the chit chat Grew up Miracle Mile Fairfax to tar traps, Hamilton High alumni What you know Ham and cheese supreme JB to Carthay cat LA it be the base and the catalyst Walk Crescent Heights worldwide back to strangle us Land of the saint and the land of the wicked Hollywood to Bell The manichean kick it What a duality, arid reality Devon Brown Shot Minor technicality Brad Pitt's cheatin' front page reality Stanley Miller Beatin' DA don't want to touch it But I love my city Soft yet rugged Rep LA I know the Angels will love it CHORUS: City of angels! Jabu: I let the beat talk Then I just fill in the words Its Jabulani that you're dealing with My hood is tough like its clubber lang So in the bucket I bump behind mac in the gutter lane I write raps when I feel the pain or even sorrow But you heard it before the sun will come out tomorrow, or so they say But see we're living in L.A. and what you thought was the sun, was just a flash from the k You stashing your weed in the passenger seat of the regal with the gold feet Watch your back, lil' homie got a loaded mac on Figueroa Just got a new girl His rep he's finna show her But slow down baby gangsta, you aint prepared for the truth You got him and its gonna happen to you, aint gotta live how your homie do Just work the angles The city I'm from is Los Angels Come on! CHORUS: City of angels!