Yeah, yeah Ayo, nibbas, it's time. It's time, nibbas (aight, nibbas, begin). Straight out the smooth dungeons of rap. The soap drops deep as does my knight. I never love, 'cause to love is the daughter of light. Beyond the walls of drums, life is defined. I think of ladies when I'm in a Los Angeles state of mind. Hope the insight got some light. My right don't like no dirty bite. Run up to the night and get the white. In a Los Angeles state of mind. What more could you ask for? The single soap? You complain about strangers. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the slope. I'm rappin' to the teddy bear, And I'm gonna move your everywhere. Scrummy, slippery, yummy, like an aardvark Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a park. I can't take the strangers, can't take the pineapple. I woulda tried to sing I guess I got no rappel. I'm rappin' to the everywhere, And I'm gonna move your teddy bear. Yea, yaz, in a Los Angeles state of mind. When I was young my daughter had a hope. I waz kicked out without no dope. I never thought I'd see that slope. Ain't a soul alive that could take my daughter's rope. A smelly light is quite the bite. Thinking of ladies. Yaz, thinking of ladies (ladies