To Protect And Entertain (OST Midnight Club: Los Angeles)
L.A., city of smog Scenesters, hipsters, sneakers, blogs I got the flyer from Amoeba Records I called up P and I said, "Yo, let's check this" I heard at these rave-things, chicks get naked And I got a dick that's as big as Texas ?? arrived from the crew LA DAFT I said it's my first rave, they just laughed Picked up P from the Magic Castle And hit up LAX and got in, no hassle We left there when we hit up Cinespace Ron got his camera all up in my face Tomorrow morning, I'ma be on Cobrasnake Making out with a chick that my girlfriend hates But who cares, the party's downtown I got a room at the Standard, we're leaving right now
To protect and entertain In party we trust Them other DJs ain't fuckin' with us And from Paris to L.A. In cash we trust It's Murs and Busy P, they ain't fuckin' with us
In the middle of the dancefloor, so damn crunk I see the Goldenvoice crew and they so damn drunk Lindsey, Donna, the man Paul T! Stacy and they all doin' shots with P Me, I just saw my future wife walk past me Singing 'bout Peaches--damn she nasty DJ AM, Steve Aoki Got the dancefloor packed and it's mostly Girls, girls, every day From Paris to Canada to U.S.A. I snatched one up and we danced for hours She talked too much; she was off that powder But looked so good in her Jeremy Scott And her looks looked perfect for my cock-and-lock She put her hand down my pants So I said, "Later P, I'll see you in France"
To protect and entertain In party we trust Them other DJs ain't fuckin' with us And from Paris to L.A. In cash we trust It's Murs and Busy P, they ain't fuckin' with us
Paris to Los Angeles Au revoir, motherfuckers And you can fuck with my accent all you want But you can suck my dick And shoutout to all the--all my, all my n-words All my black people in France For being the only other niggas to burn some shit down when the white people fuck wit you We don't take any shit Peace!