This is a song about "La raza"

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

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

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

We go our separate ways/ i say asta la vista

Ah.. la la la la la la la! la and la la..

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

That’s my la-la lullaby.

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

Beautiful are thou, africa

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

We keep hitting our words quicker like a star la dodgers home base hitter