Los AngeLies, spread real wide
Like a spider web for a billion flies.
There are so many people and so little place under the sun.
I dedicate it to those who live in the slum.

Those who live in the slum you bet I talk about brown people.
The brown pride and South American ego.
Take a walk down Alvarado by McArthur Park.
Latino people are up at the dawn – concrete larks, you’ll see.
They’re on the corners hustling DVD’s.
Selling orange juice in the streets, getting money by any means.
In these days of unemployment and mass fear.
When the US is a hostile atmosphere.
In LA where everybody rocks [bad word] the Beverly flavor to the Skid Row stink, huh.
The advertisement is bilingual.
Got to deal with the numbers even if they are illegal.
The ratio is 8 to 1, I hate the slum.
Where one is forced to live on the top of another one.
My taco was made in the street, I really care.
The government don’t want millions of poor to be millionaires.

Los AngeLies, spread real wide
Like a spider web for a billion flies.
There are so many people and so little place under the sun.
I dedicate it to those who live in the slum.

Those who live in the slum, I’m living in one.
My talk is sharp, I keep a razor under my tongue.
Under the gun of the system, I’m the nemesis.
They want me dying and they 'bout to give me an assist.
They want me to rap about Cristal, rides and cash.
I rap about people on crystal meth.
They want my mouth to be shut.
I’m like Big in LA, ready to die 'bout to be shot.
I made it to the city, the life is harsh.
I do not know the name of mayor he is not the one in charge.
I met cops they told me to put my hands up.
Said it’s for my own safety to wear handcuffs.
I wasn’t doing anything they had nothing on me.
They let me go but they took away my homie.
Because he was black, he had had a case on him.
This is LA, G, [bad word] to California.