[Verse 1, Double K]
Let the record show, let your homies know
We back like a troop jacket, no lackin'
They're funky and true, passin' out heart attacks
Attacks are from the West Coast King Tide season
Hit times No.5, now I'm under palm trees in the
Trees streaming and my mind's leaning
I got an L.A. fit-in with some plans this evenin'
Cool out, chill, relax, head to the beach
Don't use the interstate, we headin' down the backstreets
Takin' it all in, I ain't bustin' no more
Imma let the record show, while you at the vinyl store
The People's choice, the golden voice
[?] Come in the rosebud, in the Rolls-Royce
We let it flow, let yourself go, slow and low
We let the record show

[Verse 2, Thes One]
Let the record show, we the original
Criminal, funk under oath, defend the West Coast
Most reputable squad, I post hard on the porch
I wrote this rhyme off Coliseum, right by the coach
Where they gentrified funk, and went control soul
The home of homie, what the hell they say?
Double K: Let's roll
Drive-bys and drive-thrus, [?]
I dodged a bullet to be here, but my sins are absolved
Because L.A. don't give a damn, you're forgiven if you're livin'
After all heads up, I seen a lot of stars fall
A pot-hole in the 7-10, the traffic gets worse
I made it out of Pedro straight slangin' this verse
And we went around the world, but please
Let the record show
I put my seeds in L.A. and let the sunshine grow
We went around the world, but please
Let the record show
We the original, that P-funk is criminal
[Chorus, Double K and Thes One]
Let the record show
Let the ladies know
We criminals, on the dope tempo
Let the record show
Let the ladies know
We criminals, on the dope tempo
Let the record show
Let the ladies know
We criminals, on the dope tempo
Let the record show
Let the ladies know
We criminals, on the dope tempo

[Verse 3, Double K and Thes One]
[?], Janet, Jack the Ripper
Drinkin' at the [?] outside joint [?]
B-boy rollin', Los Angeles truly
King & Normandie, The P we formin'
The formula, D.O.C. styles for free
Yo, Thes One!
Thes One: What's up?
What you got for me?
Thes One: I got a rocket in my pocket, and some
Comps to The Roxy. The funk unlocks the box to the back seat
Stadium club dub, above that right field view, career long
Like a Dodge [?], yo, chill!
How to do the wave, [?] you stretch
On some old school L.A. type shit like Fletch
Post a plastic cup, then I take a little sip
I'm upstairs at Philippe's eating turkey french dips, so...
[Chorus, Double K and Thes One]
Let the record show
Let the ladies know
We criminals on the dope tempo
Thes One: He said-
Let the record show
Let the ladies know
We criminals on the dope tempo
Let the record show
Let the ladies know
We criminals on the dope tempo