The Return (Pac Div)

It’s the return to the city of the angels and demons Where the party’s still popping while the neighbors is sleeping Police helicopters flying over our heads I don’t know what happened but I hope that nobody’s dead You know that shit don’t stop so now it’s back to the basics Living above the law, that’s some classic LA shit And banging Pac, Cube, Snoop, Eazy, and Dre shit Been on a hiatus, now we back to our Since I was kid, my best friend was Kurupt Yo-Yo was my bitch and DJ Quik was my unc’ Mack 10 and Dub-C taught me to tie my Chucks And Nate Dogg was my nigga, he never left me on stuck I give my city a hug and make love to the pavement Where I live at everyday is like a fucking vacation Hoes come to my city, looking for a vocation I tell him get with this pick up or she? Ya bitch wanna smoke with a nigga She said you’s a broke ass nigga And girls just wanna have fun Ride around, top down in the sun She want a nigga that can Buy her something, buy her something, buy her something She need a nigga that can Buy her something, buy her something, buy her something Yea, yea K I heard from this old throwback I been dying to cut down She used to be a dime, heard she got her a son now Tryna get at me, but she got a big gut now And showed up to my crib weighing two hundred plus pounds You tryna guess if I still got in them guts, wow I did though, don’t act like you never fucked with no big ho We from that big coast where the 6 42s hop And where the guns might bust, and where there’s none like us House parties cracking ’til the sun light’s up Name another trio with a buzz like us Name another trio who can bust like us Who get love like us, but there’s none I trust Say rest in peace to the homie, Floss too much and you bound to get served Talk reckless and it’s bound to get heard Niggas booking flights into town just for the herbs Don’t think it’s just the birds Surfing and sunshine Run that light and you swerve into one time, some broke, some fly Cutthroat, cut ties That nigga sixteen, how he get double life, for tryna bubble white Pack heats and Niggas after cash like it’s always tax season Pull a Breezil with ass fat, cleavage Met her Friday, got the ass that weekend Hatchback beating, where the cash at, seek it Wear the wrong hat, you can catch that beating Laderas and the swang, we in the parking lot chiefin’ Yea, that’s the city that I’mma never leaving We get high