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has good luck The girls will get butt naked an' fuck that night Islam takes the pictures An' girls, I'm a say Evil E's gonna get ya Get ya illin' in a nude mode A

mob Know the pay was pathetic It's a shame those boys couldn't be more copasetic I need a West L.A. girl, already know what I need to know I need a West L.A

your Luchi at? I know where that poochy's at, you boochie ass Pretty boy, you was a fag I think he a fuckin' whiteboy I'm a motorcycle I was born to

, they showed you a book right? But when you have a baby what the fuck it gon look like? Man, lemme go upstairs to my room [chorus] Life in L.A.

Just like a bird without a feather You know I'm lost without your love Just like a bird without a feather You know I'm lost without your love You know

la vie t'arrache a moi Si tu meurs que tu sois loin de moi Peu m'importe si tu m'aimes Car moi je mourrais aussi Nous aurons pour nous l'eternite Dans

Maybe it's not over yet Somewhere inside him there must be some new dream Awaiting to topple the rest when he finds himself feeling alive yet alone Maybe

a phone Before I climb through his window like ?Nigga, I'm Home? Runnin' the rock like OJ, nigga it's a throwback Fuck a Aston Martin, show me where the stove at Get a

watch my lips Where were ya born? (Cheech:) I was BORN IN EAST L.A. Man, I was BORN IN EAST L.A. (Chong:) Oh yeah, you were BORN IN EAST L.A.