The burning sands of the lowlands

"The L dot A dot"

Tash of Tha Alkaholiks "Hip Hop Drunkies"

Yo you don't know man?

"The L dot A dot"

Yo You don't know man? (x2)



Verse 1:

Give thanks that's what I say when I wake

Another day in L.A. feel the sun bake

I holla at Scott he knows about the spot

At the beach Dockweiler nigga straight box

I call up Swift let him know about the shit

Call up Will

He got the Henessy on chill

I'm with Doncril he on deck with Santrel

Rollin' bleezy like Terry McMillian wait to exhale

My nigga Will stay off Stocka

Some city got hot bitches but on Crenshaw it's hotta

>From bad ass bitches to cold ass Impalas

Vasea special with two glasses for twenty dollars

It's hella hot we pull up to Dockweiler

The scene is so lovely it makes me wanna holla



Hook:

The burning sands of the lowlands

where sisters is bad man

And brothers fear no man

Yo you don't know man? (X2)



Verse 2:

Summertime 7:30 time for sunsets

Sometimes I go and park with my queen and get lit

Watch the sun cascade over the ocean

Thoughts about how the Likwit gonna put it all in motion

Sometimes I sit and watch and see dolphins

Defari alumni

From Pac 10 like Kenny Lofton

Never soft stay healthy avoid coughs

In L.A. we buy houses fuck apartments and lofts

Yo my cold flow straight wild west professional

California green from the trees down to the vegetables

Wack MCs are also edible

After six figures where I'm trying to see my decimal

Pointland, cash in hand

I'm on my way to see Phil in the Cressant Heights Lowland



Hook (x4)



Verse 3:

Flex the skills see this broad with a baby strill

Ass poppin out no doubt man I got's to kill

Like Grant Hill I play with cool moves

See niggas out here we ain't loud we straight smooth

And don't mistakes fool for being chump

Cause L.A. is the wrong place if you think niggas won't thump

In a flash

Sunshine, cars, bitches and cash

Six foot rippers, chron blends with hash

We classic like that T.V. show M.A.S.H.

With bitches way badder than that broad Stacey Dash

No jokin' that's word to brother deep dish spokin'

Down the boulevard pint in hand straight smokin'

No chokin', and no it's not brown that's word to Oakland

One time sees us stoppin' for bitches and keeps rollin'



Hook