| At this time, please extinguish all smoking materials | |
| Return all seat backs, and tray tables | |
| to their most upright, and long position | |
| Also at this time please take care to fasten your seatbelt | |
| Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A. | |
| Chorus: Xzibit | |
| Welcome to L.A. | |
| Where you can see the whole city burning | |
| Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving | |
| and your kids ain't learning shit, except this | |
| Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else | |
| (repeat 2X except last line) | |
| Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times | |
| Verse One: Xzibit | |
| MC's get fucked up, chopped like Braveheart | |
| Don't start what you can't finish, serious bidness | |
| Down La Seneca to bust a left on Venice | |
| where you can find me and mines -- Los Angeles Times | |
| Welcome to L.A. | |
| Where every other day I'm taking the hat off my head | |
| Givin respect to the dead, and avoid havin the same thing | |
| said about me, Xzibit stand underground | |
| like the roots of a tree, watered three times a day | |
| Forty ounce Olde E, like a magnifying glass | |
| making it easier to see, the Mister X to the Z | |
| Don't peak, L.A., why test without vest-es | |
| stop lead projectile, Apocalypse Now | |
| Love Allah not new car, faggot, superstar | |
| type of cat, fuck that, mash away in a | |
| diamond-white Concourse 'Llac | |
| Still black so the one-time react as if under attack | |
| Ain't nothin changed but district range, feel no pain | |
| Mr. Big Bad Insane Black John McClane with | |
| liquor on the brain, down to earth like dirt | |
| From the city where niggaz known for puttin in work | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Two: Xzibit | |
| Welcome to L.A. | |
| If hand determine dick size, I'm palmin the Earth | |
| Select turf, then plant bad seed and give birth | |
| And make the hard work look easy fuh sheezee | |
| Leavin you and your best man, stiffer than mannequins | |
| Enough to break the skin on a Vietnam leatherneck | |
| Marine drill sargeant, you nothin but a target (pow!) | |
| Charge it to the game, gotta look beyond the brand name | |
| Comin from the guts like I slammed down twenty cups | |
| of Hennesey straight, relate feel my hate | |
| Xzibit flippin through these bitches like DJ trait | |
| Translate to left field, only real niggaz follow | |
| Bitches suck and swallow, I'm livin life behind the bottle | |
| Never the role model, still shinin like a new automobile | |
| Flow six-fo', you can't steal | |
| cause I got a kill switch with a itch for the action | |
| While other rappers use mass weapons of destruction | |
| to sell they shit | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three: Xzibit | |
| El ve-te-rano, you can only pray to learn what I know | |
| Ride slow across the horizon a lone desperado | |
| Comin through the door bringin nothin but hits | |
| Sometimes I feel like a matador, lookin at this bullshit | |
| Niggaz pull rent from the crack of they ass | |
| Maintain do your thang this too shall pass | |
| I season beef with lead pieces then cook it with gas | |
| I'm from the school of hard knocks way ahead in the class | |
| Xzibit hard to get through, like bulletproof glass | |
| Break it down like Johnny Cochran then mix it with hash | |
| Your defense can't last against advanced prosecution | |
| Hit the airwaves like pollution -- hey, here's a solution | |
| Take a trip to Washington then burn the Constitution | |
| Top government officials locked down for prostitution | |
| Recruitin the hard rocks mean streets keep producin | |
| The world is a riot shit is mine for the lootin | |
| Chorus | |
| Everyone's got to make a living (2X) | |
| Chorus | |
| Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A. |
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