Story Behind The Song

Song was made to express what we think is wrong with the music industry.

Song Description

This song is for all the haters. Tellin them to keep quiet and check out da flow. La La La is for all the critics and nonbelievers.

Lyrics

INTRO

Yo ha ha ha ha.Hey what have we got over here? You got some a dat stinky, fonky shit.Its nuthin, stupid. Never heard da new shit.Its nuthin nigga, its nuthin nigga. Let these fuckers bust da verse

1st VERSE

My game is legendary da word no aint a part a my vocabulary.I'll do whatevers necesarry ta get ya in da mood. Ima strait up thug I dont mean ta be rude. Haters frown when we step in a room cuz we livin it up. Were top shelf at da bar not givin a fuck. Drinkin Johnie Walker blue label. On cue wit a freak stretchin out on da pool table. Lap dances frivalous spendin.Rollin up on Rims dat spin pushin big block engines.Dem Old schools N oh fives fresh off assembly lines.We dont die we multiply. Trust daddy dont be afraid.When Im pullin ya hair yankin out ya braids.Say my name.Cec expertise goin deep. I'll see you in my hotel suite.

CHORUS

LA LA LA. Everytime you fuckin rap what comes out a ya mouth, its just. LA LA LA. Ain't sayin shit mane, what comes out a ya mouth, it's just. LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA. You ain't sayin shit.LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA. You ain't sayin nuthin. LA LA LA LA. What you sayin, what you sayin.

2nd VERSE

I need a boss bitch. Dat a ride for a nigga, dat'll grind for a nigga yeah. Gotta get dat money, stay away from playa haters. Cuz, they hatin when they see a nigga standin on his feet, peep. Look in my eyes, in my eyes I'm a warrior. Destroy ya on any kind a topic, I rock it. We ca take it to da ghetto, spit it acapelo.Trade turfs, sho me what its worth. For all my real niggas screamin M.O.B.Never fakin on da funk, toss yo ass in da trunk. Who bangs da most, west coast on dat ass.Let me smash new schools from a Bentley to a Benz. 20 inch rims, coke white sittin tight like a fat rock.My life yo life can't stop. Who stop, I stop,Gotta stop. Awwh shit, watch me blow up da spot.

CHORUS

LA LA LA. Everytime you fuckin rap what comes out a ya mouth, its just. LA LA LA. Ain't sayin shit mane, what comes out a ya mouth, it's just. LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA. You ain't sayin shit.LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA. You ain't sayin nuthin. LA LA LA LA. What you sayin, what you sayin.

3rd VERSE

What ya sayin is nuthin. I don't even feel it, fuck what you talkin bout this is da real shit. Real spit, you must be drankin on drank. I smokin stanky ass dank ta make a grown man think. About this pimp shit. I gotta keep on smokin. Boy it's deep East Oakland. Where these fools stay chokin. On some Humboldt County,dat makes da girls wanna mount me. All these ho's be around me like I was a weed brownie. I'm in slow mo, a pimp on a stroll. lookin for a muthafucin ho ta get wit. A nit wit lookin ta suck a big dick. I'll put you on da track N you gone bring my money bicth. Ain't no love, what da hell love got ta do wit. I ain't no fuckin suck L bitch I ain't new ta dis.Huh ya just a noodle, a fuckin french poodle. I got mind control on yo ass like crazed judo.

CHORUS

LA LA LA. Everytime you fuckin rap what comes out a ya mouth, its just. LA LA LA. Ain't sayin shit mane, what comes out a ya mouth, it's just. LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA. You ain't sayin shit.LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA. You ain't sayin nuthin. LA LA LA LA. What you sayin, what you sayin.

OUTRO

Pass da flask round dis way, ya see.Say shit.Its nuthin, what you talkin, you talkin some shit, some bullshit. Fuck it.smokin nigga.