Deuce - Here in LA ft. Truth

Truth:
I was having dreams layed out on the futon,
Knocks on my mama's crib,
They came through suton,
I couldn't save my life even if I had a coupon,
Four years later, now I'm back with my jewels on.
Yeah, I'm Mr. Hollywood,
Ain't talkin' light camera,
Money grow on fuckin' trees,
Yeah I'm talkin' marijuana,
I'm talkin' pistol hammer,
Ain't talkin' Trudy Zammer,
I ain't talkin' baking soda,
But i got that arm and hammer.
Yeah, she got a head game,
She be playin' head games,
Fuckin' with a real pimp,
Dunkin on your hater legs,
Sippin' on that haterade.
Get yourself a minute maid,
Makin' moves, getting praised,
Switching lanes, interstate,
Laker game Staples Center sittin' next to O Jack,
Nothin but the fuckin' Truth puttin on the cold act,
Ridin' through the boulevard,
All clear, no tip,
And I got my stripes on,
Like Jay on his girlfriend.

Deuce [Chorus]:
Here in LA, Here in LA,
All of our dreams come true, there's a reason,
But we're here in LA, we're here in LA,
So if ya see me, don't be scared to greet me,
Up here in LA, in LA.

Truth:
Hi I'm the truth, rapper slash hustler,
See the Bez parked,
Blame it on the customer,
Ain't talkin' safe sex,
Homie but I stay strapped,
Yes, I'm the chrystler I don't come with gift wrap,
I still come from Hollywood,
From my Mexicanos, right there by the fence,
Right around McDonalds.
Keys ain't a problem, I push it like Alicia
Break it all down and charge it like a visa,
Walkin' through Griffith Park,
Slippin' on that kool-aid,
Yeah I got PS3, you could blame the blu-ray.
Yeah I love the Dodgers,
Love'em like the Vatos,
Not a fan of the Rascoes,
Cuz I don't really fall for waffles.
Atleast once a week I gotta have my tacos,
First wrap I ever got I snatched it up from Carlos,
Twenty-twenty vision yeah it's hard to be on me,
Cuz all's on my face, you don't see what i see.

Deuce [Chorus]:
Here in LA, Here in LA,
All of our dreams come true, there's a reason,
But we're here in LA, we're here in LA,
So if ya see me, don't be scared to greet me,
Up here in LA, in LA.

It's the city of dreams,
Where people come and people go,
It's the city of fiends,
Where people runnin' for that blow,
This city just needs a little love, little hope,
And I ain't talkin' snortin a little bit of Coke,
Or tokin on that dope runnin' from the po-po,
Oh no, been there and done that, so yo.
Here's the story that I'd like you to know,
About my life and those I once rolled with,
We used to go sip alize,
With no mix, drink.
Catch a couple of girls with some lip rings,
And then joke about how we hit these,
And laugh and talk about how her shit stinks,
Or how she ripped three queefs,
And when I bent over she would scream.
(Truth: No that's a big thing)
Oh shit, it's a he, it's a she,
Here in LA
It's all the same for me.

Here in LA, Here in LA,
All of our dreams come true, there's a reason,
But we're here in LA, we're here in LA,
So if ya see me, don't be scared to greet me,
Up here in LA, in LA.

God damn it feels good to be back,
You been so good to us,
Here in LA, Here in LA.

Truth:
Palm trees, fast cars, gangsters, and hustlers,
Only place you can find us at is.

Deuce [Chorus]:
Here in LA, Here in LA,
All of our dreams come true, there's a reason,
But we're here in LA, we're here in LA,
So if ya see me, don't be scared to greet me,
Up here in LA, in LA.