(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah!) (She's a) L.A., L.A. baby We'll need to realize, it's just you and me together For you and me tonight in this city (You're my) L.A., L.A. baby You gotta, go go! Bring it on The two of us tonight we can make it last

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

You want more! (You want more!) But you'll get nothing from me You got the world on it's knees You're taking all that you please You're like the burden we bear You love the hate that we share Where did you think you could go? 'Cause everyone already

Flying high in the friendly sky Flying high without ever leavin' the ground, no Rest of the folks are tired and weary Oh Lord, and have laid their bodies down. I go the place where danger awaits me And it's bound to forsake me. So stupid minded. I can't

It can make you ache It can bring you to your knees It's not where you go it's just where you're going And who's the company Through the tears we cry let them pass us by And get washed into the sea Won't you just remember me when I was your life? I was

"You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you?" "We haven't spotted them yet." "But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity." A 100 Miles and Runnin'. MC Ren, I hold the gun and You want me to kill a motherfucker and it's done in. Since I'm

Too paid to freestyle. He's looking good Where's my coffee? Good morning doctor carter (hey sweetie) Looks like its going to be a long day. (another one what we got?) Your first patient (yeah) Is suffering from a lack of concept (uh-huh) Originality (ugh)

As long as you're in it Wherever we go, whatever we do As good as it gets, gets better with you As long as you're in it, girl So baby let's ride There ain't nothing missing in this life I'm living It's just an old '88 four door, banged out floorboard A

Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out

Now it's a long way down Now we're heading up high Where no harm will get in our way Will we ever touch ground again? We won't go in, we won't go Why end it? Why end it? See, when you're holding on to all that you can't Be, know that all there is to gain