Lyrics: Grouch (The). Show You The World. The Bay To LA.

(Chorus)
Take Me to L.A.
Take Me to L.A.
Take Me to L.A.
Take Me to L.A.
Back to the Bay
Back to the Bay
Back to the Bay
Back to the Bay

(Grouch)
I grew up in the bay
so I'm down to earth
I live in L.A.
that means I'm down to work
I Got a laid back style
but I like to Flossit
Vans and Chucks inside my closet
LA face with an oakland booty
Thats what my wife got
she don't act snooty
Ay thats a bay thang
so come with that A game,
but be on the A list,
to see an LA Chick
Los Angeles we all caint handle it
Some call it plastic
thats just the half of it
like the cows on the 5 when you mashin quick
Thats a drive but it flies when you passionate
Yea... I got family up north
Homies down south man its all home court
we take it back and forth,
some oakland raiders
the bay to LA, like amoeba player

(chorus)
Take Me to L.A.
Take Me to L.A.
Take Me to L.A.
Take Me to L.A.
Back to the Bay
Back to the Bay
Back to the Bay
Back to the Bay

(Overdub on Chorus)
What did you think this was
La to the bay, the buzz,
the buzz, the buzz
What did you think this was
La to the bay, the buzz,
the buzz, the buzz
I keep my hustle you know
i make it go
the bay to la, the bay to la

(Murs)
Uh, and all my homies say rip
when I first got to the bay, I straight tripped
Blood! blood!, whats that all about?
tommy's got this broads sayin blood in his house?
cuu cuu, but I aint thugged out
ignorance off my chest i let it out
(its all good) now I'm back on my grind,
on telegraph with them fat ass dimes
(I got tapes) see the bay got that lime,
and LA we was still smokin brown at the time
ugg ugg, so when I got back home
fools wasnt tryin to hear 3-54 zone
hell naw! thats untill they got blown
and they came to my door like cus its on!
Blood!, now im goin back and forth
greyhound hella green in my green jansport

(Chorus Extended)

(murs)
Tajai was the first dude I heard say hyphy
back in 97 when nobody liked me
Or should I say liked us?
packed in the RV didnt have a tour bus!
(grouch)
No! But we had that heart though
intrigued by that old freestyler Mer-cart Flow
LA G Funk and Bay Area Slang, a W up cus its all the same,
(murs)
1996 was the hard-lick Game,
whole damn summer had the streets on flame,
but I'm kindof ashamed,
that i stepped on mac dre,
godfather of the game.
(grouch)
Wake up, cake up, pilot auto
inOakland its taco's LA I eat Rascos
thought you thought, it is what it is,
Los Angeles Baby by way of town biz.

(Chorus)

(Thanks to Aaron for these lyrics)