Live From Roscoe’s(Feat.Kurupt)
Yeah  we just riding out  Sun s*ining  ya dig

Los Angeles  ya dig

We just keeping it real fly

Welcome to the house mane  Aye what's up  Look

It's just another sunny day

I'm just poking in the sunny shade

Walked in the homie's house got blazed

How does it feel to really have it made
When it's winter time it's still summertime

Let me rewind and take it back to '**

Eminem is up in Englewood
When a ***** barely left the hood

We didn't two step  we just walk
We just posted in the park after dark

It's just me and the fellas
Just got off the freeway passing Cinsinella
Now

Let's go to '95
I was gliding from the ground to the sky
You could only be there and see if through my eyes

We was crispy
And might knock ****** the **** out
Like Jack Dempsey
When we tipsy

Now on to 2009
Revised  reprise  reinvented
Octopus squeeze the nine
Cause I got's to get all mine

I got a fortess of a Porsche
Two feet from my driveway and my porch
Can you imagine this balling  shot calling  all in
Waking up to a mountain in the back

About 55 stacks

Hidden underneath my mat-tress

And I can tell you cuz  if you come on my premises
I'm gonna show you how I flambe all my lyricists
Fricassee fry cook  charcoal and crisp
Provide everyone that intervene and miss

The warning sign is on the front of my fence

Beware Of Dog and I ain't talking about a pit
I'm talking about that cold contra chrome stack hog
I spit toxic effective like ninjutsu and kick boxing
**** talking
I'm sparking  I'm heartless
Unless
You one of my folks or else get toast
I turn it easy on you ******  somebody smoked

Don't **** around with a real ***** loc

Cause I've got Chrome nines

Cause I've got Real s*ine
Cause I've got Fly cars

Cause I've got  Hood star

I ride by the Pico  Roscoe  street full of potholes
Bout to get something to eat  if they not closed
Selling incense and bootlegs out front
Old pimp ***** with the toupee is on one
He going off about a ***** that he lost
Charge it to the game  it's a shame what it cost
I walk in and they already know me
Dude at the counter from the hood  he the homie

Keep a menu  I won't even front
Just show me to my seat cause I know what I want
I started off with Alicia's Delight

Hard as grease from the feast
I just might need a Sprite
All eyes on me and they staring at my hair
Is that dude from MTV over there

Yeah  but I grew up on this side
So you need to quit staring *****
This ain't a side show
And if she don't quit talking s*it
Hold up  here my waitress  so I'll order up some

Grits Which is my favorite dish
With some red beans and rice
Cause I'm hungry as s*it

A couple waffles  some other potatoes

Picked up my phone
Cause this chick just texted me
Ain't five minutes and the food's all ready

I feel like I ain't eat in weeks
Attack the food like the plate got beef
But no meat cause I'm still on my veggie s*it
Finished all my food so I'm ready to dip
I stroll out into the California moonlight
I can see the stars in L A  that's a cool night

I hear shots in the distance
The little homies trippin
That's that Mid-City living

They got that heavy artillery

But on the real  all this gang s*it is killing me
Chaos  calamity  scream insanity
Communities collapse  destruction of family

I'm from a whole another planet see
I guess
It's why these rap ****** ain't understanding me
I'm from the hood with a couple dead homies
You tripping off this rap s*it  you really don't know me

Cause I've got  True friends   Cause I've got
A few ends   Cause I've got