The Game LAX Files Lyrics

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Put you're lighters up if you want to

Pull you're **********ing dodger caps over you're **********ing eyes
Till you can't see ****
I want you to go blind *****
So you can feel how I felt when I was in that **********ing coma

[Chorus]
Raised in the city of angels
Where safe and danger switch lanes
So stranger drive slow (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 that you all love to blow
I swear ain't nothing better there
That's why we all take our hats off to you, the one blood

[Verse 1]
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 Jay
More scars in my face than the original Scarface
Or the homeboy Scarface
Al Pacino couldn't be no gangsta
Deniro in casino he no gansta
Wanna be, wanna see, wanna get a shovel, dig tookie up *****
Cause he know gangstas
*****s 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 upon your corner an flex the nine
You must be out of your mind
A real blood will put you out of your mind
So stay the **** up out of my hood
Or my *****s take you up out of your shine
It ain't a movie dog
Hell yeah it's a real ****in' Uzi dog
I'm bout to hop inside my impala
Try to keep up, don't loose me yall

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I know the real O-Dog
And that ***** know the real Game
I call him the rinse tape
And he never been in no gang
But he been in my house (house)
And he set on my couch (couch)
While I put one in the air
So yeah tat ***** 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 slippin' at a light get out yo ****
We jack *****s, out of towners
And rap *****s, and ball players
Cause we ball player
We chop it up with them trap *****s
We outkast, 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 **** ain't nothing to play with
Me and Snoop Dogg just made it look easy

[Chorus]

You *****s got this L.A **** real ****ed up man

*****s better start respecting what the **** we about man

We take *****s the **** out, this **** ain't no movie dawg

This **** is real crips, bloods, ese

We hold **** down, This is L.A.

Wrote the **** on my face, put a **********ing star behind
What the **** I am, starface!

Written by: Jayceon Taylor, Jonathan Rotem, Samuel Christian
Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

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