f*ck LA lyrics

by

Kurupt


[Chorus]
pus*y lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of sh*t
Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips
50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades
Renegade, f*ck what rappers say, b*tch, I am LA
pus*y lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of sh*t
Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips
50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades
Renegade, f*ck what rappers say, b*tch, I am LA

[Verse 1]
Gimme bucks, might show up in tux, got my millions up
n*gga, what? Spanish ho in cut, she supreme deluxe
Asian broads, cute Caucasian broads, guess I'm dipped in sauce
Nimcompoop, gunplay peek-a-boo, guess who tagging you?
Bring showers through, grab ya bathing suit
We-we-wet 'em all, cannonball, swipe my debit card, fly from here to Mars
n*gga, what? Got my millions up, f-f-f*ck you mean?
We stacking green, stacking stacks of green, flip 'em, trampoline

[Chorus]
pus*y lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of sh*t
Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips
50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades
Renegade, f*ck what rappers say, b*tch, I am LA
pus*y lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of sh*t
Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips
50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades
Renegade, f*ck what rappers say, b*tch, I am LA
[Verse 2]
Groovy Q, murk the judges crew, f*ck the jury too
Bang the set, rep my 52, young hog down to shoot
I keep a Glock or get razor sharp, b*tch, get left with Pac
My Biggie knock, he won't know who shot, fearing down the block
On service work, lay back close the curt, pop my collar first
And blew my trees, put my nerves at ease, 'til my trigger squeeze
My heater heat, still I'm high off weed, b*tch, that's high degrees
I money make, AM out of state, call that wake and bake
Bring cookie sheets, dough boys on the beat, well known in the streets
I'm Crip for real, way before the deal, had them Oxy pills
In act we seal, straight from Murderville, yeah, we served a lot
Left days on blocks, got them tens in socks, nah-nah, not talking shoes
I'm talking rocks, had the dopest spots, look out for the cops
My mini-me, snatch the dope and flee, guess that's how it be when you OG
He said he lived through me, but I'm stacking mills
I'm speaking real, shock the world for real, pull up in that ill

[Chorus]
pus*y lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of sh*t
Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips
50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades
Renegade, f*ck what rappers say, b*tch, I am LA
pus*y lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of sh*t
Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips
50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades
Renegade, f*ck what rappers say, b*tch, I am LA
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