Tha Dogg Pound - LA Here's To You lyrics

[Hook]

LA – here’s to you

For being the kind of place a man can do his due

Out here the hippies skip, and they get their kicks

Bumpin’ all night long, out on Sunset Strip…

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, players and pimps

We’d like to welcome you all to Los Angeles, California – yessir

(For being the kind of place a man can do his due

Out here the hippies skip, and they get their kicks

Bumpin’ all night long, out on Sunset Strip…)

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]

Run it down the line, Sunset and Vine

Blew a half a zip by the Hollywood sign

Scottie once said it gets better with time

Eastside, Long Beach, but this LA County on minds

Yeah, this is the sign of the times

One of a kind, and this might blow your mind

This ain’t no TV show, bow wow, yippie yo

Standin’ on your tippy-toe, nigga here we, here we go

Crenshaw Boulevard, everywhere niggas hard

Left ‘em burnin’ on my auntie’s front yard

Don’t disrespect or disregard

Shout out to the whole motherfuckin’ Crip card

Dip hard, wreck hard, used to pop, lock

You turn on the wrong street and you will get got

Move through the city like fee-fi-fo

Creep slow in a four, motherfuck 5-0

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[Verse 2: Kurupt]

Look, Dogg Pound gangsters, we gotta dump off

Unless you wanna hear that pump cough

Watch who you talk on

And watch the different streets you walk on

I mob like a mobster

Like a motherfuckin’ monster

Don’t make me approach you

Contraband in my hand with the homes from the land

With a plan to expand and leave with a hundred grand

With my pistol in my hand, just me, Daz and… Big Snoop

That nigga ain’t never kept out the loop

Is this the way you livin’?

In this land of the unforgiven

Man, be wary how you livin’

So let me show you where the fuck we livin’

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[Verse 3: Daz Dillinger]

The glamour, the lights, turn the city into the place you wanna be at

Them Dogg Pound gangsters, yeah, yeah, we bizzack

Four-figure raw to Pacific Palisades

I counted kindly with culture, blow it in the fray

Blind by the sun rays, I put on my locs

Skirt that Sunset as I ride and smoke

I’m clockin’ 22 miles on that famous boulevard

Echo Park, Silver Lake, never smoked in my car

Treacherous and arrogance, yeah, it’s four lanes wide

Esses, Asians, niggas, yeah, and One-Time

History is stymied from…

From prostitution to whole-sellin’ all that

Live on Sunset strip with a black-and-white, blam, blam

Pistol on the grip, yeah, takin’ others’ shit

You see us as we ride by

Exit 405, now this shit is gettin’ live, we in…

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