[Chorus:] I was raised in the hood called what the fuck nigga W.C., ya better duck nigga Fuck me, you're out of luck nigga ("This is Los Angeles", "This is Los Angeles") I was raised in the hood called what the fuck nigga W.C., ya better duck nigga Fuck me, you're out of luck nigga ("This is Los Angeles", "This is Los Angeles")
[W.C.:] This shit don't stop, I'm still stackin' my cash Out in the backyard with niggaz hidin' crack in they ass It's gettin' kinda hot but I ain't leavin' the spot Cause don't nobody give a fuck if I'm eatin' or not, nigga South Central, the gangbang capital Where gun fire's rampid, the one-time be gafflin' Murder is a headline, half an ounce of chronic is a misdemeanor One gram of hard is fed' time The name of the game is survival Keep the thang on me like a preacher do a Bible Fuck unity, ain't no motherfuckin' one love Crips killin' Crips nigga, Bloods killin' Bloods Niggaz tellin', gotta stay outta dodge On the stand y'all be singin' like Mary J. Blige But I'ma stay cockin' my pistol Goin' hard in the paint, niggaz can't stop my dribble
[W.C.:] Out the belly of CA, hated by the D.A. Skatin' in a '6-trey drinkin' on E&J Everything will C okay As I turn this bottle for my niggaz the old way South Central L.A. where every day The LAPD ghetto bird be yellin' freeze on the P.A. You know they wanna lock us away, they laughin' away While we killin' each other, the blacks and the eses Fuck how much money you make, they gon' hate Ballin' ass nigga, they gon' still treat ya like O.J. The stereotypes don't go away (Little nigga nice car, where the kilos lay?) Po-po wanna send us where the P.O.'s play Thinkin' we all get our money the Carlito's Way Charles Manson could kill and live to see another day But if you're black like Tookie they gon' steal you away