Lyrics:

Woke up the other morning, I heard a rumor
They said the gang wars was over
I told them they were straight trippin'
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 it 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'd live to see us chill
Crips and Bloods holdin' hands, admit it's 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 60's
Bounty Hunters, 8 Treys, all coolin' out, G
I pray that this'll never stop
You used to see the wrong colors and the gats would pop
But now the kids got a chance to live
And the OGs got somethin' 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 lot of love
I got a lot of 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 punk suckers some real tools
Check the enemy, it ain't the family
Not 1-11, try L.A.P.D
They gotta understand, you beat on a black man
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 Eastside
You call 'em eses, I call 'em allies
Because the day that we all unite
Watch the place get real polite
Them punk suckers gotta learn quick
That we ain't takin' no more
L.A. is where I'm speakin' of
Peace to all the gangsters
Cause I got a lot of love
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 tre 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 lot of love
Yo, this is goin' out to all the gangbangers all over South
Central, Watts, Inglewood, all over L.A. basically, East
L.A., you know what I'm sayin', it's basically goin' down
Peace to all the Crips and the Bloods, Van Ness boys
Hoovers, Rollin' 60's, 8 Treys, Bounty Hunters