The burning sands of the lowlands  "The L dot A dot"   -Tash of Tha Alkaholiks "Hip Hop Drunkies"  Yo you don't know man?  "The L dot A dot"   Yo You don't know man? (x2)    Verse 1:  Give thanks that's what I say when I wake  Another day in L.A. feel the sun bake  I holla at Scott he knows about the spot  At the beach Dockweiler nigga straight box  I call up Swift let him know about the shit  Call up Will   He got the Henessy on chill  I'm with Doncril he on deck with Santrel  Rollin' bleezy like Terry McMillian wait to exhale  My nigga Will stay off Stocka  Some city got hot bitches but on Crenshaw it's hotta  >From bad ass bitches to cold ass Impalas  Vasea special with two glasses for twenty dollars  It's hella hot we pull up to Dockweiler   The scene is so lovely it makes me wanna holla    Hook:  The burning sands of the lowlands   where sisters is bad man  And brothers fear no man   Yo you don't know man? (X2)    Verse 2:  Summertime 7:30 time for sunsets  Sometimes I go and park with my queen and get lit  Watch the sun cascade over the ocean   Thoughts about how the Likwit gonna put it all in motion  Sometimes I sit and watch and see dolphins   Defari alumni  From Pac 10 like Kenny Lofton  Never soft stay healthy avoid coughs  In L.A. we buy houses fuck apartments and lofts  Yo my cold flow straight wild west professional  California green from the trees down to the vegetables  Wack MCs are also edible  After six figures where I'm trying to see my decimal  Pointland, cash in hand   I'm on my way to see Phil in the Cressant Heights Lowland    Hook (x4)    Verse 3:  Flex the skills see this broad with a baby strill   Ass poppin out no doubt man I got's to kill   Like Grant Hill I play with cool moves   See niggas out here we ain't loud we straight smooth  And don't mistakes fool for being chump  Cause L.A. is the wrong place if you think niggas won't thump  In a flash   Sunshine, cars, bitches and cash  Six foot rippers, chron blends with hash  We classic like that T.V. show M.A.S.H.  With bitches way badder than that broad Stacey Dash  No jokin' that's word to brother deep dish spokin'  Down the boulevard pint in hand straight smokin'  No chokin', and no it's not brown that's word to Oakland  One time sees us stoppin' for bitches and keeps rollin'    Hook