[Intro: 2Pac]
Somebody needs to do a song for L.A., straight up
Go out to L.A
The new anthem
California love part 2 (west side)
To live and die in L.A
(west side, west side, west side)

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
To live and die in L.A
Where everybody trying to fatten their pockets
So many hustle for the cash, so it's hard to knock it
Everybody got they own thing, currency chasin’
Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces
Shed tears as we bury brothers close to heart
What was a friend, now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, brotha got smoked by a fiend
Tryin' to floss on him, blind to a broken man's dream
A hard lesson, court cases keep me guessin’
Plea bargain ain't an option now, so I'm stressin'
Cost me more to be free than a life in the pen'
Makin' money off of cuss words, writin' again
Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen
Late night down sunset, likin' the sin
What’s the worst they can do to a playa?
Got me lost in hell, to live and die in L.A. on bail
My people sing
[Chorus: Val Young & 2Pac]
To live and die in L.A., it’s the place to be
(to live and die in L.A.)
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see
(to live and die in L.A.)
To live and die in L.A., it’s the place to be
(to live and die in L.A.)
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
It's the city of angels and constant danger
South Central L.A. can't get no stranger
Full of drama like a soap opera
On the curb watchin’ the ghetto bird helicopters
I observe so many homies gettin' three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen' right across from hell
I can't cry, ‘cause it's on now
I'm just a playa on his own now
Livin' life thug style, so I can't smile
Writing to my loved ones, sending them pictures
Thinkin' Cali is just sun and switches
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All them other suckas copycats, these is G's
I love Cali like I love women
‘Cause every brotha in L.A. got a little bit of thug in 'em
We might fight amongst each other, but I promise you this
We'll tear the roof off, get us pissed
To live and die in L.A
[Chorus: Val Young & 2Pac]
To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
(to live and die in L.A.)
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see
(to live and die in L.A.)
To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
(to live and die in L.A.)
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
It wouldn't be L.A. without Mexicans
Black love, Brown Pride and the sets again
Pete Wilson tryin' to see us all broke
I'm on some madness out for everything they owe
Remember KDAY? Weekends, Crenshaw, MLK?
Automatics rang free, guess we lost our way
Gang signs being shown, brotha love your hood
But recognize and it's all good
So where my G's at? Brothas gettin' shermed out
Snoop Dogg in the double O permed out
M.O.B., Big Suge got the Lo-Lo, bounce and turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex, more amounts to earn
I got some Watts playas with me, O.F.T.B
They put some food, but I'm cool, left the rest for me
I got Neckbone, Heron, Buntry too
Big Rock plus Dre, so this song's for you
I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin' it pay
Live my life, watchin' time fly
To live and die in L.A
[Chorus: Val Young & 2Pac]
To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
(to live and die in L.A.)
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see
(to live and die in L.A.)
To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
(to live and die in L.A.)
You've got to be there to know it
What everybody wanna see

[Outro: 2Pac]