[ VERSE 1 ]   Woke up the other mornin, I heard a rumor   They said the gang wars was over   I told em they was bullshittin, they said it's real as hell   Can't explain the way I felt   Too many years I seen my brothers die   And I can't say that shit was really that fly   But I used to gangbang when I was younger   So it's really hard to tell a kid that he's goin under   I never thought I lived to see us chill   Crips and Bloods holdin hands, the shit is ill   But I love it, I can't help it   Too much death on the streets, and we dealt it   Van Ness Boys, The Hoovers, The 60s   Bounty Hunters, 8-Treys, all coolin out, gee   I pray the shit'll never stop   You used to see the wrong colors, and the gats went pop-pop   But now the kids got a chance to live   And the O.G.'s got something to give   That's love, black on black, that's how they made it   And if any busters flip, they get faded   L.A. is where I'm speakin of   Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love      [ VERSE 2 ]   I got a lotta love, cause you're all my brothers   Red or blue, black's the color   We got a chance, so we can really sweat the real fools   Show those muthafuckas the real tools   Check the enemy, it ain't the family   Not 1-11, try L.A.P.D.   They gotta understand, they beat on a blackman   There's gonna be drama, know what I'm sayin?   And if we flip, let's all flip together   Cause I'm prepared, kid, for rough weather   And we gotta realize, the boys on the east side   You call em S-A's, I call em allies   Because the day that we all unite   Watch the pigs get real polite   Punk muthafuckas gotta learn quick   That we ain't takin no more shit   L.A. is where I'm speakin of   Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love      [ VERSE 3 ]   Crenshaw Boulevard, Sunday afternoon   Folks sittin on things, mad systems boom   The girls are lookin better   The gang truce is on, so you wear whatever   At Venice by the ocean   Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel motion   There's gangsters all around   Still crazy sets, but you just don't clown   I pray L.A. can stay this way   It's the first summer I can really say   I felt cool, we all chilled   Went to the park, and nobody got killed   Now if you got a problem, it's man on man   You don't need a gang to solve em   I seen the greatest thing I seen in my life   Two brothers in a straight up fist fight   Nobody pulled a gat, nobody jumped in   Nobody pulled a knife, nobody got done in   L.A. is where I'm speakin of   Peace to my city, cause I got a lotta love      [ VERSE 4 ]   G-a-t-e-s, I hope you wear a vest   Even after you're out the fuckin office   Cause we're on a totally different tip   Fuck that pig brutality shit   This unity is gettin to me   Every brother on the street is my homie   I'm rollin through a hood that I never been   And every brother steps to me as a friend   I love it, I love it   And nothin in my life will ever be above it   We wanna see our kids all grown up   We're tired of seein our hoods get blown up   L.A. is a great place   Fly girls, dope cars, life at a fast pace   But gangbanging was killin it quick   Another child got hit - bullshit   Pop-pop-pop, 10 on a weekend   We was goin off to deep end   But now we got a chance, my friend   To mend, and make the colors blend   Let's all go out on a picnic, kick shit   And squash all the static   Last year I lost about five homies   This shit is real to me   L.A. is where I'm speakin of   Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love      Yo   This is goin out to all the gangbangers   All over South Central   Watts   Inglewood   All over L.A., basically   East L.A.   Youknowmsayin?   It's basically goin down   Peace to all the Crips and the Bloods   Van Ness Boys   Hoovers   Rollin 60s   83's   Bounty Hunters   Yeah   And the Jungle   This is goin out to all the brothers over there in Watts   You know what I'm sayin?   Throwin it up   Grape Street   Nutty Blocc   Front Hood   And all them niggas out there in Compton   Rollin 30s   Harlem   Ah yeah   Pueblos   Nickerson G's   Peace   Inglewood Family   18th Street   South Loc   And all the S-A homeboys   All the different sets   Every set, Crip, Blood   What doesn't matter to me   Cause I gotta love   You know what I'm sayin?   Hope the truce never ends   Youknowsayin?   We can do this