Lowlands Anthem Pt 1 Lyrics

Lowlands Anthem Pt 1 lyrics

The burning sands of the lowlands
"The L dot A dot"
Tash of Tha Alkaholiks
"Hip Hop Drunkies"
Yo you don't know man?
"The L dot A dot"
Yo You
don't know man? (x2)

Verse 1:
Give thanks that's what I say when I
wake
Another day in L.A. feel the sun bake
I holla at Scott he knows
about the spot
At the beach Dockweiler nigga straight box
I call up Swift
let him know about the shit
Call up Will
He got the Henessy on
chill
I'm with Doncril he on deck with Santrel
Rollin' bleezy like Terry
McMillian wait to exhale
My nigga Will stay off Stocka
Some city got hot
bitches but on Crenshaw it's hotta
>From bad ass bitches to cold ass
Impalas
Vasea special with two glasses for twenty dollars
It's hella hot
we pull up to Dockweiler
The scene is so lovely it makes me wanna
holla

Hook:
The burning sands of the lowlands
where sisters is bad
man
And brothers fear no man
Yo you don't know man? (X2)

Verse
2:
Summertime 7:30 time for sunsets
Sometimes I go and park with my queen
and get lit
Watch the sun cascade over the ocean
Thoughts about how the
Likwit gonna put it all in motion
Sometimes I sit and watch and see
dolphins
Defari alumni
From Pac 10 like Kenny Lofton
Never soft stay
healthy avoid coughs
In L.A. we buy houses fuck apartments and lofts
Yo
my cold flow straight wild west professional
California green from the trees
down to the vegetables
Wack MCs are also edible
After six figures where
I'm trying to see my decimal
Pointland, cash in hand
I'm on my way to see
Phil in the Cressant Heights Lowland

Hook (x4)

Verse 3:
Flex
the skills see this broad with a baby strill
Ass poppin out no doubt man I
got's to kill
Like Grant Hill I play with cool moves
See niggas out here
we ain't loud we straight smooth
And don't mistakes fool for being
chump
Cause L.A. is the wrong place if you think niggas won't thump
In a
flash
Sunshine, cars, bitches and cash
Six foot rippers, chron blends
with hash
We classic like that T.V. show M.A.S.H.
With bitches way badder
than that broad Stacey Dash
No jokin' that's word to brother deep dish
spokin'
Down the boulevard pint in hand straight smokin'
No chokin', and
no it's not brown that's word to Oakland
One time sees us stoppin' for
bitches and keeps rollin'

Hook