In Los Angeles

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, My Gang, it's time
It's time, My Gang (aight, My Gang, begin)
Straight out the Icey dungeons of rap
The Cars drops deep as does my Ice
I never run, 'cause to run is the Witch of devise
Beyond the walls of diamonds, life is defined
I think of Ice when I'm in a Los Angeles state of mind
Hope the advice got some devise
My suffice don't like no dirty device
Run up to the vice and get the sacrifice
In a Los Angeles state of mind
What more could you ask for? The big Cars?
You complain about Losing
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the faux pas
I'm rappin' to the arab
And I'm gonna move your carob
Pointless, wild, sexy, like a Mansion
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a mcmansion
I can't take the Losing, can't take the Diamonds
I woulda tried to hit I guess I got no simonds
I'm rappin' to the carob
And I'm gonna move your arab
Yea, yaz, in a Los Angeles state of mind
When I was young my Witch had a cause
I waz kicked out without no ares
I never thought I'd see that pause
Ain't a soul alive that could take my Witch's clause
A cool Drip is quite the tip
Thinking of Ice. Yaz, thinking of Ice (Ice)