(Verse 1: A-F-R-O)

Ha ha
60 East, Rassy Kasy, FRO on the beat, yo..

Tinted eyes, I'm mystified
Mist in the wind, kickin' with my kin
The chilling vibe
From within, got the fam and the friends
Never thought that I would grow up to see tree finally legalized
I electrify the feeble minds, my people will put the verse on rewind
Nurture the FRO, fertilize a deep vine
Beautiful like sunshine memories, one mind entity
Always on the crunch line endlessly
Like a nine to five, wake up, tie up my bootlace
My advice, get your cake up, before it's too late
Let your wisdom pour in, never block out the positive
Rock out with my guitar, on stage demolishing
All days I'm caught up in a million yard stare
The thought of it, like, "is it really all fair?"
See with the cornea, speak with the mind
Deep with the rhyme warrior race against time

(Scratch hook: Mando The DJ)

I been doing this
In the city where anyone's life can end in an instant
(Verse 2: 60 East)

Yea, look look

Uh, palm trees make shade for the shady folk
Uh, and you can't trust these ladies, no
They set you up on the way to the hotel
Yea, situations that I know well
Ain't just the women, gotta watch out for the fitted
That you wearing, if they staring, it ain't love they sharing
Na, out here they stay plotting
For the pay, every day, we letting the K poppin'
Yea, this that Cali state of mind though
On our grind, weed got us hella high though
Ride around on spokes with our eyes low
On a high note, rolling up the hydro
Yea, East Los to the East Coast
Everybody know that California weed smoke
Yea, but the sun got 'em fooled
Nah, it ain't cool, we make you run the jewels here

(Scratch hook: Mando The DJ)

I been doing this
In the city where anyone's life can end in an instant
(Verse 3: Ras Kass)

A-F-R-O, 60 East, n***a, Watts up!

Watts I grew up, C-arson I was raised
The state with the bear flag and palm tree shades
Best weed weather and dames
Legacy magic, Shaq, Kobe, Lebron James, Go Doyers, mayne
The god before Charlemagne
We trust in the back of a dollar, mayne
3 Tony sang how it never rains
But it's humid now, and the temperature's changed
Got a lot of lames moving here chasing fame
And some of the natives act strange
We used to sport fades and braids, drink forties
And talk with an L.A. twang, now they just tell they gang
Grow a big beard, use southern slang
With more gold teeth and chains than Clubber Lang
But - the gangstas gon' bang though
Blood, Crip, Mexicans and Surenos
Reminisce, probably strike the wall with my name yo
Graffiti, hoping my city remember me
We literally put the city on the map
In my skin like a tat, put Cali on my back

(Scratch hook: Mando The DJ)
I been doing this
In the city where anyone's life can end in an instant