We Run L.A. Songtext

von Ya Boy

One for da money two for da show
Hit the Louis store right on Rodeo
White SL the color of yayo
Pass the cup to my girl and told her to sip slow
This my show watch me baby
The way I go can't stop me baby
Seatbelt beside me baby

L.A. just drive me crazy (ooh)
We can float through the city night
I'm drunk and you looking real pretty right
Make love I ain't for the fight
Not once we can go till we get it right
What they cost I can fit the price
Got a house in the hills you can spend the night
And when they ask who turns you out

She came from all the seas
To be a star on the boulevard
She wants sex on the beach
We can share it's only fair
I got paradise on call
It's ours it's ours
She got a little taste and she wants more
Some more
We run L.A.

Yeah
Cut a lot of girls cut a lot of checks
That's the life here on sunset
Rich and famous I am success
Man I'm out late doing she do love sex
I'm a set this you do the rest
You know what you do you do the best
Do me a favor lose the dress
It's nice by the way Chanel I guess
Glam hand bags I know where they sell those
Maybe later on we can hit melrose
All you gotta do is hit me on my cell phone
Baby girl you and me can kick it like a field goal
Know who I be call me what I be
Red carpet I don't need the I.D.
Cause L's on my face you don't see what I see

What
Girl you know where I be
Where
Hollywood swinging
That's right
Hollywood swinging
That's right
Hollywood swinging
What
Girl you know where I be
Where
Hollywood swinging
That's right
Hollywood swinging
That's right
Hollywood swinging

She came from all the seas
To be a star on the boulevard
She wants sex on the beach
We can share it's only fair
I got paradise on call
It's ours it's ours
She got a little taste and she wants more
Some more
We run L.A.