[Intro: The Truth]

Hollyhood in the house

Los Angeles, stand up

[Verse 1: The Truth]

I was having dreams, laid out on the futon

Knocks on my mama's crib, they came through, suit on

I couldn't save my life even if I had a coupon

Four years later, now I'm back with my jewels on

Yeah, I'm Mr. Hollyhood, ain't talking lights-camera

Money grow on fucking trees, yeah, I'm talking marijuana

I'm tucking pistol hammer, ain't tucking true December

I ain't talking baking soda, but I got that Arm and Hammer

Yeah, she got a head game, she be playing head games

Fucking with that real pimp, dunking on you hater lames

Sipping on the Haterade, get yourself a Minute Maid

Making moves, getting praised, switching lanes, interstate

Laker game, Staples Center, sitting next to O Jack

Nothing but the fucking truth, putting on a coldact

Riding through the boulevard, all clear, no tip

And I got my stripes on like Jay on his Blueprint

[Chorus: Deuce]

Here in LA, here in LA

All of our dreams come true, there's a reason

But we're here in LA, we're here in LA

So if you see me, don't be scared to greet me

Up here in LA, in LA

[Verse 2: The Truth]

Hi, I'm The Truth, rapper slash hustler

See the Benz parked, blame it on the customer

Ain't talking safe sex, homie, but I stay strapped

Yes, I'm the prize, but I don't come with gift wrap

I still come from Hollyhood, from my Mexicanos

Right there by the fence, right around McDonald's

Keys ain't a problem, I'll push it like Alicia

Break it all down then charge it like a Visa

Walking through Griffith Park, sipping on the Kool-Aid

Yeah, I got a PS3, you could blame the Blu-Ray

Yeah, I love the Dodgers, love them like the Vatos

Not a fan of Roscoe's, I don't really fuck with waffles

At least once a week I gotta have my tacos

First wrap I ever got, I snatched it up from Carlos'

20/20 vision, yeah, it's hard to be me

'Cause all that's on my face, you don't see what I see

[Chorus: Deuce]

Here in LA, here in LA

All of our dreams come true, there's a reason

But we're here in LA, we're here in LA

So if you see me, don't be scared to greet me

Up here in LA, in LA

[Verse 3: Deuce & The Truth]

It's the City of Dreams, where people come, and people go

It's the City of Fiends, with people running for that blow

This city just needs a little love, a little hope

And I ain't talking snorting a little bit of coke

Or toking on that dope, running from the po-po

Oh no, been there and done that, so yo

Here's a story that I'd like you to know

About my life and those I once rolled with

We used to go sip Alize with no mix

Drink, catch a couple girls with some lip rings

And then joke about how we hit these

And laugh and talk about how her shit stinks

Or how she ripped three queefs

And when I bent her over, she would scream

"Now that's a big thing"

Oh shit, it's a he, it's a she

Here in LA, it's all the same to me

[Chorus: Deuce]

Here in LA, here in LA

All of our dreams come true, there's a reason

But we're here in LA, we're here in LA

So if you see me, don't be scared to greet me

Up here in LA, in LA

[Bridge: Deuce & The Truth]

Goddamn, it feels good to be back

You've been so good to us

Here in LA, here in LA

Palm trees, fast cars, gangstas and hustlers

Only place that you can find us at is...

[Chorus: Deuce]

Here in LA, here in LA

All of our dreams come true, there's a reason

But we're here in LA, we're here in LA

So if you see me, don't be scared to greet me

Up here in LA, in LA