Lowlands Anthem Pt. 1 Lyrics - Defari

The burning sands of the lowlands 

"The L dot A dot" 

-Tash of Tha Alkaholiks "Hip Hop Drunkies" 

Yo you don't know man? 

"The L dot A dot" 

Yo You don't know man? (x2) 

Verse 1: 

Give thanks that's what I say when I wake 

Another day in L.A. feel the sun bake 

I holla at Scott he knows about the spot 

At the beach Dockweiler nigga straight box 

I call up Swift let him know about the shit 

Call up Will 

He got the Henessy on chill 

I'm with Doncril he on deck with Santrel 

Rollin' bleezy like Terry McMillian wait to exhale 

My nigga Will stay off Stocka 

Some city got hot bitches but on Crenshaw it's hotta 

>From bad ass bitches to cold ass Impalas 

Vasea special with two glasses for twenty dollars 

It's hella hot we pull up to Dockweiler 

The scene is so lovely it makes me wanna holla 

Hook: 

The burning sands of the lowlands 

where sisters is bad man 

And brothers fear no man 

Yo you don't know man? (X2) 

Verse 2: 

Summertime 7:30 time for sunsets 

Sometimes I go and park with my queen and get lit 

Watch the sun cascade over the ocean 

Thoughts about how the Likwit gonna put it all in motion 

Sometimes I sit and watch and see dolphins 

Defari alumni 

From Pac 10 like Kenny Lofton 

Never soft stay healthy avoid coughs 

In L.A. we buy houses fuck apartments and lofts 

Yo my cold flow straight wild west professional 

California green from the trees down to the vegetables 

Wack MCs are also edible 

After six figures where I'm trying to see my decimal 

Pointland, cash in hand 

I'm on my way to see Phil in the Cressant Heights Lowland 

Hook (x4) 

Verse 3: 

Flex the skills see this broad with a baby strill 

Ass poppin out no doubt man I got's to kill 

Like Grant Hill I play with cool moves 

See niggas out here we ain't loud we straight smooth 

And don't mistakes fool for being chump 

Cause L.A. is the wrong place if you think niggas won't thump 

In a flash 

Sunshine, cars, bitches and cash 

Six foot rippers, chron blends with hash 

We classic like that T.V. show M.A.S.H. 

With bitches way badder than that broad Stacey Dash 

No jokin' that's word to brother deep dish spokin' 

Down the boulevard pint in hand straight smokin' 

No chokin', and no it's not brown that's word to Oakland 

One time sees us stoppin' for bitches and keeps rollin' 

Hook