Put your hands up reach for the sky
Do what I say or let the bullets fly
Another life lost in the City of Angels
No rest for the Wicked in the City of Angels
Another dream dies in the City of Angels
No mercy for the weak in the City of Angels
Trudge through the angelic wasteland
Pure scum between my toes
Beacon of light beckon for me
But I choose to continue to roll
Why oh why I ask my self again
What oh what has become of me
Angels of doom in hostile times
Victims of our own reality
Trapped inside
Trapped inside a world I’ve sculpted with others' pain
Built upon
The bodies I’ve been compelled to slay
Just another day in the Wild Wild West
When push comes to shove you get put to the test
Big dreams and palm trees cover up the crime scene, red line. No time
Load another magazine
No matter where I go, no matter where I stay
I always come back. California
No matter where I go, no matter where I stay
I gotta get back. California
Another dream dies in the City of Angels
Where blood and money collide
Constant fights on concrete battlefields
Wage war on the Boulevard
This is the hell that I call my home
And I’m home with the evil at heart
Check check, ha ha ha
Back again and again!
Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock
Winds of Plague
From the block to the top
Spin it again mother fucker
Trapped inside, these demons break through
Through my flesh, my blood — it runs blue
Born and raised, my birth place
We roll in packs like a superior race
Manifest Destiny, a joke to me
Go back where you came from or you’ll answer to me
Cali sun, got me tan like Iraq
Executively executed. I’ll be back!