This is a song about "La rivoluzione russa"

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

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

Not generic from ny, la, the chi, what hood am i gon talk about?

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Got acres of papers, like i played for the la lakers.

I do it my way, mofuck' what ya'll say

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

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

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

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

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