Lyrics:
Plaintiff taxpayers appealed a judgment
For defendant city
Entered in the Superior Court
Of Los Angeles County (California)
In their suit's for
live from Los Angeles
We ghetto, fabulous
Money make the world go round so let's handle this
Ghetto, fabulous
Broadcastin live from Los Angeles
live from Los Angeles
We ghetto, fabulous
Money make the world go round so let's handle this
Ghetto, fabulous
Broadcastin live from Los Angeles
to ourselves
With ourselves, ahh
Ooh, I ’ll trade your love for something
Somewhere else, ahh
Los ángeles caen del cielo
Ya no eres el ángel que quiero
Los
barrier when the Moiseyev
Dancers were in Los Angeles eddie and
Liz Fisher gave a party for
Them, and although I couldn't speak
A word of Russian, i got
problem
In Philly, Cincinnati, Los Angeles or Harlem
Kids call themselves killers let they hammers do the talkin'
Don't even know the meaning of life,
problem
In Philly, Cincinnati, Los Angeles or Harlem
Kids call themselves killers let they hammers do the talkin'
Don't even know the meaning of life,
to ourselves
With ourselves, ahh
Ooh, I 'll trade your love for something
Somewhere else, ahh
Los ángeles caen del cielo
Ya no eres el ángel que quiero
Los
Threw my set up at some
Mo' gang parties in LA gangsta Gibbs
Los Angeles
Do it (Shake that body, party that bod-)
Uh, I do it
(Shake that body, party that
time I'm applying me trade
I've been holed up working while the vultures were circling
I'd rather be bold than be paid
Los Angeles makes a nice place
Mumbling like a ventriloquist
Sending them to the abyss
So throw deuces, horns or triple six
When you see the devils from Los Angeles
The Venoms be
niggas from South Central, Los Angeles
They found that they couldn't handle us
Bloods, Crips on the same squad
With the Ese's helpin', nigga, it's time
estoy con el Gatto
Perdidos por barna pouring up
Con los angeles haciéndome hit me up
Son las diez y ya estoy estoy on point
Para mi como que toca otro
Uh! Mis demonios los tengo bien adentro, ángeles calman mis pensamientos ah
U-stedes no dan ni siquiera un tercio si no haces más que yo entonces
Cuenta con el chino
Dile a todo el mundo (dicelos)
Que descubristes el amor profundo
Desde mi barrio hasta los angeles
Aya en el cielo mami yo te quiero
staff
Laugh now, but cry much later
You see when niggas get together
They get mad 'cause they can't fade us
Like my niggas from South Central
Los Angeles
losing it all
You can have Los Angeles
Just give me back my girl
Feel like I'll never be good enough
Feel like I'll never be cool enough sometimes
Oh,
of my actions
And the way the west was really won
So I drove down the highway
Till I came to Los Angeles
To the town of the angels
The best, this
Los Angeles, home of the scandalous
Pimp, hoes and gamblers
Ninety eight degree's on Christmas
Nigga we rollin' cannibus
Swisha sweet ain't it, I told
I did don't give a shit if it hurt anyone
A little bump in the back
Check point on Santa Monica
Don't let me die inside Los Angeles
Cause I've been
Everyone I know wants to live in Los Angeles
Everyone I know thinks they can die
Everyone I knows apathetic and cancerous
Everyone I knows fucking
$1, 100 in your pocket what made
You move to Los Angeles?
Frank Ocean: I had been
Putting together these
Demos that I was going to properly
Record in
And forth between hip-hop and pop the
Way Taylor Swift can no longer go back
And forth between country and pop
A few days earlier
She'd been in Los Angeles
The writing's on the wall
The French sent us copper lady
Long since turning green
From New York to Los Angeles
And all points in-between
Burning 50 million
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