Straight Outta L.A. by Rock Wright Lyrics
(Intro)
{Rock}
Yo Zay!
{Zay}
Waddup?
{Rock}
I got something to say!
(Hook)
Police bending the corners on every turn tryna' catch a mother fucker to burn
But this is how we do it out in South L.A
This is how we do it out in South L.A
Come to the city in the wrong fuckin' colors you done
This gangland nigga where you from?
But this is how we do it out in South L.A
This is how we do it out in South L.A
(Verse 1)
Coming straight outta L.A
A smooth mother fucker named Rock Wright
With a gang of niggas down to run your shit at a stoplight
Better act right-[gun blast]
Fool I tried to warn ya
We ain't with no funny business out in Southern California
The land of the OG's, the land of them smoked trees
Real niggas move in silence that's why I stay lowkey
So I can get rich and drive past them dope fiends
With a Chevy 64' or an El Camino on lics
Damn Martin dreaming is a bitch
When you're living in a nightmare right outside the fence
Since fifteen, I kept a blade on me
Case them niggas bang on me
Thought that would make 'em leave me alone
Until the homie said, " Why you bring a knife to a warzone?
You dumber than David facing Goliath with a stone
These enemies got sub-machines and AK's nigga
Rock you better recognize this is L.A. nigga wassup!"
(Hook)
Police bending the corners on every turn tryna' catch a mother fucker to burn
But this is how we do it out in South L.A
This is how we do it out in South L.A
Come to the city in the wrong fuckin' colors you done
This gangland nigga where you from?
But this is how we do it out in South L.A
This is how we do it out in South L.A
(Verse 2)
Fuck the Bloods and the Crips
Fuck the fact that I'm black the police out here wanna trip
Fuck the fact that when I'm out my mama barely gets sleep
Fuck the fact she got visions of me shot down in the street
Fuck the fact that me and my brother now have beef
Fuck the fact he's Piru, fuck the fact I stay in blue
Fuck the fact that now he's active he don't wanna come thru
Telling me that he's bool, fuck the fact I love his ass that I won't watch him go through
This lifestyle going straight to hell, leaving his only option casket or cell
Fuck the fact that my aunty gotta sleep with a shotty underneath her bed
Fuck the fact when I was twelve
My granny said I couldn't wear that red And-One shirt that I got for Christmas
Ironically the next week it ended up missing
Rather that than her grandson, running from the cornerback
Like he's Bo Jackson
(Hook)
Police bending the corners on every turn tryna' catch a mother fucker to burn
But this is how we do it out in South L.A
This is how we do it out in South L.A
Come to the city in the wrong fuckin' colors you done
This gangland nigga where you from?
But this is how we do it out in South L.A
This is how we do it out in South L.A
(Verse 3)
"I'm gonna knock you out" ain't what my mama said
Instead she been calling me the chosen one
My whole family look at me like I'm the Golden Child
But I'm tryna figure out how-
Maybe they see something in me that I don't see
Maybe they feel an energy that I don't feel
But regardless I got the eye of the tiger and I'm in for the kill
Slaving hard God, I pray I don't die in this field
I've lost homies - Man this world is getting lonely
But they say that the toughest battles go to the strongest warriors
So on God and my mama Imma be victorious
Wassup!
(Hook)
Police bending the corners on every turn tryna' catch a mother fucker to burn
But this is how we do it out in South L.A
This is how we do it out in South L.A
Come to the city in the wrong fuckin' colors you done
This gangland nigga where you from?
But this is how we do it out in South L.A
This is how we do it out in South L.A
{Rock}
Yo Zay!
{Zay}
Waddup?
{Rock}
I got something to say!
(Hook)
Police bending the corners on every turn tryna' catch a mother fucker to burn
But this is how we do it out in South L.A
This is how we do it out in South L.A
Come to the city in the wrong fuckin' colors you done
This gangland nigga where you from?
But this is how we do it out in South L.A
This is how we do it out in South L.A
(Verse 1)
Coming straight outta L.A
A smooth mother fucker named Rock Wright
With a gang of niggas down to run your shit at a stoplight
Better act right-[gun blast]
Fool I tried to warn ya
We ain't with no funny business out in Southern California
The land of the OG's, the land of them smoked trees
Real niggas move in silence that's why I stay lowkey
So I can get rich and drive past them dope fiends
With a Chevy 64' or an El Camino on lics
Damn Martin dreaming is a bitch
When you're living in a nightmare right outside the fence
Since fifteen, I kept a blade on me
Case them niggas bang on me
Thought that would make 'em leave me alone
Until the homie said, " Why you bring a knife to a warzone?
You dumber than David facing Goliath with a stone
These enemies got sub-machines and AK's nigga
Rock you better recognize this is L.A. nigga wassup!"
(Hook)
Police bending the corners on every turn tryna' catch a mother fucker to burn
But this is how we do it out in South L.A
This is how we do it out in South L.A
Come to the city in the wrong fuckin' colors you done
This gangland nigga where you from?
But this is how we do it out in South L.A
This is how we do it out in South L.A
(Verse 2)
Fuck the Bloods and the Crips
Fuck the fact that I'm black the police out here wanna trip
Fuck the fact that when I'm out my mama barely gets sleep
Fuck the fact she got visions of me shot down in the street
Fuck the fact that me and my brother now have beef
Fuck the fact he's Piru, fuck the fact I stay in blue
Fuck the fact that now he's active he don't wanna come thru
Telling me that he's bool, fuck the fact I love his ass that I won't watch him go through
This lifestyle going straight to hell, leaving his only option casket or cell
Fuck the fact that my aunty gotta sleep with a shotty underneath her bed
Fuck the fact when I was twelve
My granny said I couldn't wear that red And-One shirt that I got for Christmas
Ironically the next week it ended up missing
Rather that than her grandson, running from the cornerback
Like he's Bo Jackson
(Hook)
Police bending the corners on every turn tryna' catch a mother fucker to burn
But this is how we do it out in South L.A
This is how we do it out in South L.A
Come to the city in the wrong fuckin' colors you done
This gangland nigga where you from?
But this is how we do it out in South L.A
This is how we do it out in South L.A
(Verse 3)
"I'm gonna knock you out" ain't what my mama said
Instead she been calling me the chosen one
My whole family look at me like I'm the Golden Child
But I'm tryna figure out how-
Maybe they see something in me that I don't see
Maybe they feel an energy that I don't feel
But regardless I got the eye of the tiger and I'm in for the kill
Slaving hard God, I pray I don't die in this field
I've lost homies - Man this world is getting lonely
But they say that the toughest battles go to the strongest warriors
So on God and my mama Imma be victorious
Wassup!
(Hook)
Police bending the corners on every turn tryna' catch a mother fucker to burn
But this is how we do it out in South L.A
This is how we do it out in South L.A
Come to the city in the wrong fuckin' colors you done
This gangland nigga where you from?
But this is how we do it out in South L.A
This is how we do it out in South L.A