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The Game
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L.A.X. Files
作詞:Samuel Clothie Christian, Jonathan Rotem, Jayceon Taylor
Put your lighters up if you want to Pull your muthafuckin' Dodger caps Over your muthafuckin' eyes til' you can't see shit I want you to go blind, nigga So you can feel how I felt When I was in that muthafuckin' coma
Raised in the city of angels Where safe and danger switch lanes So stranger, drive slow Where beggars and gangsta's pass Women and dank are Just part of a face that we show
We got mountains and ocean We move in slow motion Off that sticky you walk up to blow I swear ain't nothin' better there 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 buildin' Yeah, that's where I got shot, shot
'Cause I was more hood than Suge Had more rocks than Jay More scars on my face than the original Scarface Or the homeboy Scarface
Al Pacino couldn't be no gangsta' Deniro on Casino, he no gangsta' Wanna be, wanna see, wanna get a shovel Dig tookie up nigga 'cause he know gangsta's
Niggas think 'cause they watch Menace a couple times Seen Cube in Boys n The Hood and press rewind That you can survive when a real Crip Run upon your corner and flex the nine
You must be out of your mind A real Blood will put you out of your mind So stay the fuck up out of my hood Or my niggas take you up out of your shine
It ain't a movie, dog Hell yeah, it's a real fuckin' Uzi, dog 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 beggars and gangsta's pass Women and dank are Just part of a face that we show
We got mountains and ocean We move in slow motion 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Off that sticky you walk up to blow I swear ain't nothin' better there That's why we all take our hats off to you The one Blood
I know the real O-Dog And that nigga know the real Game I call him the rinse tape And he ain't 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, that nigga know what I'm 'bout, 'bout
I'm 'bout my hood, I'm 'bout my block I'm 'bout my chips so if the rat money stop And I punch a clock Catch you slippin' at a light, get out yo' shit
We jack niggas, out of towner's And rap niggas, and ball players 'Cause we ball player We chop it up with them trap niggas
We Outkasts, we big boys Ludacris with them big toys Where I'm from there's only Two things standin' on the corner Me and that liquor store
Look what the Bloods did to Weezy Look what the Crips did to Jeezy This gang banger shit ain't nothin' 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 gangsta's pass Women and dank are Just part of a face that we show
We got mountains and ocean We move in slow motion Off that sticky you walk up to blow I swear ain't nothin' better there That's why we all take our hats off to you The one Blood
Y'all niggas got this LA shit real fucked up man Niggas better start respectin' what the fuck we about man We take niggas the fuck out This shit ain't no movie, dawg
This shit is real, Crips, Bloods, Ese's We hold shit down, this is LA Wrote the shit on my face, put a muthafuckin' star behind What the fuck I am, Starface LA chronic, LAX files, case closed
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