[ VERSE 1 ]
Woke up the other mornin, I heard a rumor
They said the gang wars was over

I told em they was bull%#@!tin, 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 %#@! 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 %#@! 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 %#@!'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 mutha$#&@as 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 mutha$#&@as 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 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 $#&@in office

Cause we're on a totally different tip
$#&@ that pig brutality %#@!
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 - bull%#@!
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 %#@!
And squash all the static
Last year I lost about five homies

This %#@! is real to me
L.A. is where I'm speakin of
Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love

Yo

This is goin out to all the gangbangers
All over South Central
Watts
Inglewood
All over L.A., basically
East L.A.

Youknowmsayin?
It's basically goin down
Peace to all the Crips and the Bloods
Van Ness Boys
Hoovers
Rollin 60s
83's

Bounty Hunters
Yeah
And the Jungle
This is goin out to all the brothers over there in Watts
You know what I'm sayin?
Throwin it up
Grape Street

Nutty Blocc
Front Hood
And all them ^!$$%s out there in Compton
Rollin 30s
Harlem
Ah yeah
Pueblos

Nickerson G's
Peace
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
Youknowsayin?
We can do this