City of Los(t) Angel(e)s lyrics

[Intro: Blu]
The Sin City of dreams
Lean to it with me and smoke, see through the mist, glitter and the gleam
Might see the meaning of glow, fancy cars, diamonds rings
Nice restaurants, finer things
Lost our souls, hopes and dreams
In the city of angels

[Verse 1: Blu]
Okay, ayy, now let me tell you guys a story 'bout a place I know
Where everybody and they mama see gold and wanna go
The hoes be on they TV in bikinis and bras
And half the n*ggas here be rockin' more glitter than broads
Figure it's the city of dreams, but it ain't real
It's actors and rappers all after the same deal
Filming what goes down just down the street
Where they down forty ounces and smoke pounds of weed
You know, n*ggas, just like n*ggas from y'all parts
Except we got spots, we don't shop at Walmart
Ballers either play ball or sling by the ball park
And every hood is run by a black version of Karl Marx
And all dark corners in Cali
Got a crackhead that got sick of living off the county
And out of every out-of-towner tryna make a living here
I can find a n*gga sick of living here
n*gga, this is Los Angeles, folks
[Chorus: Blu]
Fancy cars, diamonds rings
Nice restaurants and those finer things
Lost our souls, our hopes and dreams
With the city of angels that sold their wings
Fancy cars, diamonds rings
Nice restaurants and those finer things
Lost our souls, our hopes and dreams
With the city of angels that sold their wings

[Verse 2: Blu]
And you can catch me dippin' through the ghetto like a devil on skates
In my Delta '88, Old Yeller on the plates
With the pedal to the metal, blowing hay
Feel the bass from the levels of my treble, tell 'em
Hell's hot as the spots that pedal weight
Where the felons smell the jakes on the block a mile away
Come out to play, you know not what to say
'Cause they sling heavy metal with they metal by they waist
LA, LA, it's not a place to praise
Yet there's still not a place in the States I rather stay
Was born, raised, moved out and came back
Same shame, still I can't blame the gangs for the crack
We just paint Lacs, play pockets, stay black
Bust raps, bust caps, get bust at, and bust back
Simple as that, pen pushes the max
Sycophant hood rats, broke-ass Latins and Blacks
But that's Los Angeles, folks
[Chorus: Blu]
Fancy cars, diamonds rings
Nice restaurants and those finer things
Lost our souls, our hopes and dreams
With the city of angels that sold their wings
Fancy cars, diamonds rings
Nice restaurants and those finer things
Lost our souls, our hopes and dreams
With the city of angels that sold their wings

[Verse 3: Blu]
Damn, it's been a minute since Pac made a song about the golden state
And since them days, we done dropped low in ranks
'Cause ain't sh*t popping with rap, we'd rather fill up banks
Tryna act like Phillip Banks
And it's cool, them fools from out of town get the rap loop
And if they need that West coast flavor, they just ask Snoop
What happened to the n*ggas with attitudes
Throwing up dubs and stomping out wack rapping crews?
Y'all got fag fools invading the gang space
That made Terminator the governor of this lame state
The same place they be the king with bars
Is the same place they decorate the streets with stars
And you start to wonder why it ain't none in the sky
'Cause the cops got it hotter than the month of July
And even though I hate on CA, I can't lie
I'll probably never leave
Sunshine and palm trees
And the women and the—
[Chorus: Blu]
Fancy cars, diamonds rings
Nice restaurants and those finer things
Lost our souls, our hopes and dreams
With the city of angels that sold their wings
Fancy cars, diamonds rings
Nice restaurants and those finer things
Lost our souls, our hopes and dreams
In the city of angels

[Verse 4: Co$$]
Check, I'm Westernplayalistic
My western way of livin'
I pen subscription for the pimps and players, gangsters swimmin'
In that pool of sharks, even for the gangster women
Representin' school of hard knocks where they bullets scar
It's like a badge of honor
Look like my habitat's a savage sauna
Blocks of molten lava, pick and pack them llamas
No respect, slap your mama
A lot of gangsters moving
And a lot of gangsters rolling O's, treys, and deuces
Vest of armor, vest to vest, west to west, wrestle death and I'm fresh to death, adept in my gangsta music
Ain't no gangster neither, never claim to be a G
You be a G, OG, I be a G-O-D
Okay, okay, for my n*ggas bangin' 808
n*ggas 'bout to touch down, release date's a day away
Hopin' you can stay away
From the block that keep them chained, they never change, they keep them trapped like a paper weight
That hold them down, I'm rollin' downtown, past the Shell Station
Where the Black Panthers gather in this jail nation
Yeah, my n*ggas tryna be free
They representin' blackness, so raise a black fist to the pale faces
In these racist time, I gotta escape
Can't wait for the bang, I gotta shake in a race of time
I'm reppin' LA, West-side of the Palm
I get it on, give it up, get it gone 'til the day I die