I was hanging in out in L.A. looking for a real cool place to go

I struck up a conversation with this dude wearing hip hop clothes

He said you talk like you're from Texas let me welcome you to our town

An I hope you have a real find day

But don't you let me catch you when the sun goes down

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We got scalawags we got queens in drag we got pushers pimps and punks

We got crips and bloods we got dykes and studs

We've got junkies thieves and drunks

This is where the juice got turned aloose and if you ain't caught on yet

Ain't no law in California

Welcome to the wild wild west

He said there's women in this city that are just too low down to crawl

And homeboys packing pieces they'll shoot you just to watch you fall

You'ld better get on back to Hicksville that's the bast thing you can do

There's hustlers hoods and outlaws that'd love to find
a country boy like you

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