Lowlands Anthem Pt. 1 - Defari

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