Ain’t no place like the 310
A section of Southern California
That I call my home
Not home grown but
Technically the place where I was raised
Ain’t no place like the 310
Where the surfers catch some waves
And the ganja is what we blow
I’m just trying to add
Some irrefutable value to my name

People once came here
To mine some gold
And gold dig that they did
Who knew that an immigrant
Possibly a refugee
From a third world country
Would grow up here
And decide that
All he likes to do is
Hoop, smoke, and spit
Bars that transcend
Ethnicity, social status
And background
Nah foo… I don’t want to hangout
I’m gonna rap now
Cuisine top notch
Whether its pizza at Bonellos
Or Mexican food at Sinaloa
Houses in neighborhoods exist
Where one sells stocks
And another sells the more explicit
Brand of Coca Cola
If you know you know
If you don’t, you don’t
The home of legends such as
Pac, Snoop, and kdot
I’m just practicing every day
Cause I’m just trying to earn a spot
Beaches are present
So are fancy malls
We take it for granted
But the 310 truly does got it all
Where ballers ball
Where skaters skate
Where girls get sugar calls
I feel bad for folks in Idaho
Who can’t relate
Where a New York 9
Here is like barely a 7
Where the educators of
TUSD
Educated young Kevin
Jackie Brown was filmed here
If Chuck Norris ever makes a sextape
Know that his training began here
Heard Pete Sampras once used to
Practice here at the West End
Before he lost his hair
I don’t care
What the north, south, and the east got
Cause west coast best coast
Ima drop it like its hot
And make sure I become the number 1 rapper
Who got the game on lock