Live From L.A

Live From LA

Shawn:

Hey dada

I put it down for la rasa

Go ask yo mama

Why she always call me big poppa

The show stoppa

I got the illest mental

Who breakin tracks laced on the instrumental

Why you try to see me mackin hunnies

Since you were wearing huggies

Yo im getting money

Aint no stopping me

My flow is growing oh so tight

Im taking trips overseas

And im blowin up mics

Freestyles with my homie Hek

What you expect

Heads bop on every track

And we getting respect

My production

Do yourself without instructions

Nonbelievers wanna dis and catch fatal concussions

Belly up

What the fuck

Yo you shit outta luck

Baby miss

Gimme kiss

I know you want some of this

Out the blue

Keep it cool

Boo stay on the real

And just chill..

And try to watch M80 get ill

Pass it over to Hek

And watch him come with the real

We’re giving you something you can feel

UHH

Chorus:

Live to new york from the city of la

Hey yo we make you sway

Barry:

Getting grub at a club

With some rub-a-dub-dub

Im mackin

Im attractin

Got a rubber for my sub

Shoot a missle

its official

look at baby girl’s tissue

we poppin corks

straight from cali to new york

senorita Victoria all up on her fork

get to convo and get to touch

im bangin ms superior

all up in her interior

baby screamin loud

music thumpin I aint hearin her

its me and my crazy world getting loose

a party at my house so nigga bring the juice

natural flex for sex baby still moanin

TD in my sack

My dance, then im bonin

Mrs surprise eyes

From Chinese to thai-thai

Everytime I get it cuz

Suki makes me high so high