Mothers of the Disappeared
let me put my left foot in the game now
put my right foot in the game now
let me show y'all what I'm workin wit
time to slide to the dance floor
[Verse 1]
hair do nails done thats us
new car paper tags thats us
new gear hot shit thats us
keep niggas like thats us
where my get money honeys at right here
where my iced out bitches at right here
where my gold gettin bitches at right here
where my silver spoon women at right here
you the shit girl let that nigga know
the rent due girl let that nigga know
enjoyin yourself let that nigga kno
That's How We Do It In L.A.
Written by Lindsey Buckingham.
You抣l win prizes if you stay,
�ause that抯 how we do it in L.A.
C�st si bon, come what may,
That抯 how we do it in L.A.
Oh, hold on tight now, hold on to stay,
�ause that抯 how we do it in L.A.
C�st si bon, que sera sera,
That抯 how we do it in L.A.
It抯 a lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely place . . .
But it抯 the only, only, only, only, only place . . .
You抣l win prizes if you stay,
�ause that抯 how we do it in L.A.
Oh hold on tight now, hold on to stay,
�ause that抯 how we do it in L.A