LAX Files

Put your lighters up if you want to

Pull your motherfuckin' Dodger cap

Over your motherfuckin' eyes

Till you can't see shit

I want you to go blind, ****

So you can feel how I felt

When I was in that motherfuckin' coma

Raised in the City of Angels

Where safe and danger switch lanes

So, stranger, drive slow

Where bangers and gangstas

Fast women, and dank are just

Part of the face that we show

We got mountains and ocean

We move in slow motion

Off that sticky you all love to blow

I swear

Ain't nothing better than

That's why we all take our hats off to you

The one blood

Come to my hood, hood

Look at my block, block

That's that project building

Yeah, that's where I got shot, shot

'Cause I was more hood than Suge

Had more rocks than J, more scars on my face

Than the original Scarface

Or the homeboy Scarface

Al Pacino couldn't be no gangsta

De Niro in Casino? He no gangsta

Wannabe, wanna see? Wanna get a shovel

Dig Tookie up, ****

'Cause he know gangstas

**** think, 'cause they watch Menace a couple times

Seen Cuban boys in the hood, and press rewind

That you can survive

When a real Crip run up on your corner and flex the 9

You must be out of your mind

A real Blood'll put you out of your mind

So stay the fuck up out of my hood

Or my **** take you up out of your shine

It ain't a movie, dawg

Hell yeah, it's a real fuckin' Uzi, dawg

I'm 'bout to hop inside my Impala

Try to keep up

Don't lose me, y'all

Raised in the City of Angels

Where safe and danger switch lanes

So, stranger, drive slow

Where bangers and gangstas

Fast women, and dank are just

Part of the face that we show

We got mountains and ocean

We move in slow motion

Off that sticky you all love to blow

I swear

Ain't nothing better than

That's why we all take our hats off to you

The one blood

I know the real O-Dog

And that **** know the real Game

I call him the rinse tape

And he ain't never been in no gang

But he been to my house, house

And he sat on my couch, couch

While I put one in the air

So yeah, that **** know what I'm 'bout, 'bout

I'm 'bout my hood

I'm 'bout my block

I'm 'bout my chips

So if the rap money stop, and I punch a clock

Catch you slipping at a light, get out yo' shit

We jack ****

Out of town-ers

And rap ****

And ball players

'Cause we ball, player

We chop it up with them trap ****

We outcast, we big boys

Ludacris with them big toys

Where I'm from, there's only two things standing on the corner

Me and that liquor store

Look what the Bloods did to Weezy

Look what the Crips did to Jeezy

This gangbanger shit ain't nothing to play with

Me and Snoop Dogg just made it look easy

Raised in the city of angels

Where safe and danger switch lanes

So, stranger, drive slow

Where beggars and gangstas

Fast women, and dank are just

Part of the face that we show

We got mountains and ocean

We move in slow motion

Off that sticky you all love to blow

I swear

Ain't nothing better than

That's why we all take our hats off to you

The one blood

Y'all **** got this LA shit real fucked up, man

**** better start respecting what the fuck we about, man

We take **** the fuck out

This shit ain't no movie, dawg

This shit is real

Crips, Bloods, ese

We hold shit down

This is LA

Wrote the shit on my face

Put a motherfuckin' star behind it

What the fuck I am

Star face

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