Lyrics:
of L.A., city of L.A. (City of L.A.)
City of L.A., South Central, Inglewood
City of L.A., Compton, Long Beach, Watts City, L.A.
L.A., can't believe I
ima die a forever Watts baby
Put an L.A. on the map and I'm a watts baby
I was taught to get it by my lonely
Don't trust a 304 for nothing in life
In
Ragâs j'ó vést n'impiant in vedreina
Ch'al gh'îva sincseint watt ed prepoteinsa
L'ó méss in sæla proovi stamateina
Perchè cun al complèss pròmm mia
Show me watt that mouth do
Let's give them something they can shake they ass to
Bounce that ass
Will it make you twerk too
Count that cash
Lemme see
C'est Rohff pour ceux qui triment (triment)
Qu'tu sois dans un squat (squat), en boite (boite)
L'ambiance adéquate ('quate) fais péter les watts (watts
age limit for a genius
And there's no French singing, just English
Je m'appelle Cheo
But really I'm L. Cheo
They tried to fail Cheo
They tried to jail
they call Watts
And I got a little Watts in me
But uuuh, I got somebody over here that's gon' tell you a little story
Yo PB! Tell 'em what it is
This is
respect
The homie like "you crazy blessed"
We finna blow like C4 with
No bull in that text
Yes – Mike Jack wouldn’t make
It in this thriller
Watts up, watch
Mike Balls wisdom
B to the A to the L L S
You know who it is you don't have to guess
He likes brandy and sometime run
He can build a spliff on top
I drop the L. when I'm skiing
I'm smoking and peaking
I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend
Can't stop the mind-fuck when it's
'gaz, te trompe pas
J'fais tomber les watts
Déclare le premier cas d'infection
Chez les wacks
J'remets l'gaz, tremble pas, fiston
J'fais tomber les watts
Jones...The City is mine
[Chorus w/ Mike Jones ad libs]
Be on the look out major without a major deal
Jan 20th baby, yeahhhhh Mike Jones
Wasssup watts, love ya
l'ennemi
On parle pas trop la bastos du
Brolic a déjà tout dit
Mets les watts, mets les watts
Mets les watts
Sept-cinq, neuf-trois, mets les watts
Mets les
California love
California knows how to party
California knows how to party
In the city of L.A.
In the city of good ol' Watts
In the city,
l'monde bouge
Ambiance de minuit à l'aube
On dit quoi, on fout l'feu dans les clubs
Hey Mister DJ, pousse les watts
On est de-spee, ce soir c'est show-time
four-on-the-floor and two on the door
Get a power mike in yer jaw-hand
Prepare to strike when ya key the mike
'Cause ya never know who's a-listenin'
Some clown
voi fate i poetici
(Lo vedi, sei scemo)
La radio a mille watt, l'asfalto piano piano passa e va
La radio a mille watt, fino al tramonto ci
California love
California knows how to party
California knows how to party
In the city of L.A.
In the city of good ol' Watts
In the city,
The world finna know Mike Jones mann
Mike Jones! (Mike Jones)
Swishahouse! (Swishahouse)
Come here Watts (Come here Watts)
[Chorus: x2]
Purple
Who Is Mike Jones comin' soon
My album, Who Is-Who Is Mike Jones comin' soon
I chill with G-Dash, Big Watts and Magno
T-Fast right behind me in
Got swag like Mike (like Mike, like Mike)
You cannot touch like this, can't move like this
Got swag like Mike (like Mike, like Mike)
Extended
4 ]
And now the party's acceleratin
The whole crowd bounce, and sho nuff celebratin
Ain't nobody bustin shots
I bumped into Mike a/k/a Mo' Like Watts
California love
California knows how to party
California knows how to party
In the city of L.A.
In the city of good ol' Watts
In the city,
The world finna know Mike Jones mann
Mike Jones! (Mike Jones)
Swishahouse! (Swishahouse)
Come here Watts (Come here Watts)
[Chorus: x2]
Purple
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