Shit gets hot in the city    Where the buses rule the road    And there's people trying to get me    For the only things I own    And if it don't change tomorrow    And I have a good feeling it won't    Then I'm gonna have to ride I-5    All the way back home       When I die bury my bones underneath my grandma's home    And when I'm gone you'll still hear all my words so loud and clear    So loud and clear    So loud and clear    All my words so loud and clear    So loud and clear    So loud and clear    All my words so loud and clear       A lot goes on in the city    There are people covered with scars    They have closed themselves off completely    Like houses covered with bars    And if I don't win the lotto    Lah-dah-dee-dee-fuckin' lah-dee-dee-dah    Then I'm gonna have to ride I-5 right back to the start       When I die bury my bones underneath my grandma's home    And when I'm gone you'll still hear all my words so loud and clear    So loud and clear    So loud and clear    All my words so loud and clear    So loud and clear    So loud and clear    All my words so loud and clear       People die in the city    Where the fire burn in the streets    And the situations get sticky       When the choppers fly over me    And if I don't take the high road    And there's a pretty good chance I won't    Then I'm gonna have to ride I-5 all the way back to Chico       Where the grass look greener    But I love the pavement    I love the way it feels under my feet    Don't replace it    This is what I know    In my nose full of exhaust    In and out of my lungs    And I forget to cough    With my mouth on a butt    Second hand for the infants    Fools beg for a buck trying to make a difference    Never    The weather is cold and they the illest    Eating out the dumpster    And chilling with the pigeons    A bullet almost hit us    And these cats got religious    Strippers feed their children    I burn my fingers trying to get high    Trying to get by    Trying not to let one drip of salt fall out of my eye    It's my fault voila they the fiends of the block    Never seen with a pair of socks    Like it or not    Smelling old they're the ones many forgot    the ones many forgot sleeping on shadows and rocks so       When I die bury my bones underneath my grandma's home    And when I'm gone you'll still hear all my words so loud and clear    So loud and clear    So loud and clear    All my words so loud and clear    So loud and clear    So loud and clear    All my words so loud and clear       I try to get away    Just for a couple days    I try to get away    Get the hell out LA    I don't know what I'm waiting for    I feel like I am digging a hole