| I think back to last winter
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| Teardrops fell like hail last December
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| I need a sunny something just to brighten my day
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| I packed my things and moved west to L. A
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| Palm trees in the sunny metropolitan
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| Where them high classic women will keep calling him
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| Sunshine just shine, keep on following
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| Another day we play some basketball again
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| Bikini girls by beaches are all modeling
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| This is the life and ain’t nothing bothering, me
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| I’m with Michelle from the valley
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| Sorry 303 but it’s back, back to Cali
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| Throw the We without the E up
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| 213, ho to yo, I throw the peace up
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| LAX to the bays I wave bye
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| One way ticket to kick it with Air Dubai
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| I’m talking about L. A
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| The worlds best settlement
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| Where you can trust the weather man
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| Cause warm days are better than
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| C.O. |
| with fur hoods and deep snow
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| From one day to the next
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| Is sunshine and heat stroke
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| (I said I’m talking about) L. A
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| The worlds best settlement
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| Where you can trust the weather man
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| Cause warm days are better than
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| C.O. |
| with fur hoods and deep snow
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| From one day to the next
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| Is sunshine and heat stroke
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| The heat got me so restless, wearing gray sweats with
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| My bestest tee is all I’m left with
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| Let’s get over to the courts down on West Fifth
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| Chill with the contestants and hear the way the nets swish
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| Weeknights are still hectic
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| Downtown is dead but the skylines infectious
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| Buildings stand majestic, respected each section
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| Head up to the hills and watch the sun set in
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| Behind Santa Monica beach
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| Where boardwalk adventures will set yourself at peace
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| Night falls while lonely waves gently weep
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| And the sweet sad song will rock your ass to sleep
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| And play street ball till the lights come on
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| Or there’s a life to mourn, even the nights is warm
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| The lives of L.A. go from pretty to painful
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| Just another warm day in the city of Angels |