Letra de L.A

L.A., L.A .(L.A., L.A.) No work, all play Every day in L.A And those 9-5s You gotta say bye-bye Sipping on Mai Tais With no tie Lovin' these mamas, they ain't have no ties But sometimes the city don't treat me right But I love her anyway, 'cuz we party all night And the way she moves She got a bad attitude Nasty ways, but she makes it look cute If you could find me rollin' on the P.C.H Sealin' with some baby, on my four fifty-eight Got a real thick hind sittin' next to me Got her hand in my lap saying "Ay Papi" And the money and the fame like a moth to the flame But baby anything, I'm-a love you just the same I've got a thing for you You're the type of drug I could be addicted to I've got a thing for you L.A., L.A