This is a song about "Sha la la la la"

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

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

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

We go our separate ways/ i say asta la vista

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Rape a bitch, rampart, im dorner outside the la court yard

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

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer