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    [ 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

    This is goin out to all the gangbangers
    All over South Central
    All over L.A., basically
    East L.A.
    It's basically goin down
    Peace to all the Crips and the Bloods
    Van Ness Boys
    Rollin 60s
    Bounty Hunters
    And the Jungle
    This is goin out to all the brothers over there in Watts
    You know what I'm sayin?
    Throwin it up
    [set names]
    And all them niggas out there in Compton
    Rollin 30s
    Ah yeah
    Nickerson G's
    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
    We can do this

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