As far back as I can remember

I always wanted to be a gangster

Hey, where you motherfuckers from homie?Yeah, bang that shit

I said bang that shit

Yeah

Home of the Crips and bloods

Where the ese′s shoot and they never run

L.A. County blues, what we do for fun

And I'm never gonna tell ′em who the shooter was

I'ma keep on getting high 'til the buddha comes

Gang signs in the sky, we the hooligans

And I′m never gonna tell you who the fuck to trust

And I′m never gon' tell you who the fuck it was

I hesitate so basically I made it to the gang

In the major league

Rap game came through, so it pays a G

Get love so much, I don′t play with beef

I just ride homicide through the enemies hood

Give a fuck what the enemy does

Just be ready when the enemy comes

Little homie found out what a felony was

Bitch my hood don't play

Got recruited in L.A.

Got them shooters moving weight

We come through and pull that K

We like the motherfucking navy

I′m trying to save money

I'm hoping that God is the one that could save me

It′s easy concealing a weapon

It's almost impossible raising a baby

Keeping it gangster is hard and I do it but often

It's driving me crazy

Wouldn′t be L.A. without that gangster shit

Boom, boom, boom, boom

Wouldn′t be L.A. without that gangster shit

Gangster, gangster

Wouldn't be L.A. without that gangster shit

Boom, boom, boom, boom

Wouldn′t be L.A without it

Wouldn't be L.A

Wouldn′t be L.A. (ayy) (yeah)

Wouldn't be L.A (never)

Wouldn′t be L.A (no)

Wouldn't be L.A (ayy)

Tell your homies better go and hold a pistol

Got your homie shot, now your homies miss 'em

That′s what happens when I wanna go against you

That′s what happens when I wanna push an issue

Told you suckers I could never reconcile

Gangster without a doubt

Don't never get caught when you out of bounds

Don′t never get caught when you out of town

I was in the middle of the motherfucking block that day (block that day)

Then I heard a little whistle when a motherfucker cock 'n spray (cocked and sprayed)

Gunshots went pop

′Til the cops helicopters came (yea, yea, yea, yea)

Then they put 'em in a coma

Couldn′t move 'til the doctors came (yea, yea, yea, yea)

Everybody in L.A. cock back that shit, go bang (yea, yea, yea, yea)

Got weed got pills, prescribed like kirko bang

Wouldn't be L.A. without that gangster shit

Boom, boom, boom, boom

Wouldn′t be L.A. without that gangster shit

Gangster, gangster

Wouldn′t be L.A. without that gangster shit

Boom, boom, boom, boom

Wouldn't be L.A. without it

Wouldn′t be L.A.

Wouldn't be L.A. (ayy)

Wouldn′t be L.A. (never)

Wouldn't be L.A. (no)

Wouldn′t be L.A. (yeah, yeah, yeah)