This is a song about "La la"

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

Livin la vita da loca

And muthafuck the quota

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

Fuck yeah, wear these la peregrina pearls, treat them well

I'm here taking over "c'est la vie" is the mantra

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

But muerte es la vida; death is part of life see; only "god" can judge me

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty