LAX Files lyrics

[Intro: The Game]
Put your lighters up if you want to
Pull your motherf*ckin' Dodger cap
Over your motherf*ckin' eyes, 'til you can't see sh*t
I want you to go blind n*gga
So you can feel how I felt, when I was in that motherf*ckin coma

[Chorus: Shorty of Da Lench Mob]
Raised in the City of Angels
Where safe and danger switch lanes so stranger drive slow (drive slow)
Where bangers and gangstas fast 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 all love to blow
I swear, ain't nothin better there
That's why we all take our hats off to you, for one more

[Verse 1: The Game]
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 on my face than the original Scarface, or the homeboy Scarface
Al Pacino couldn't be no gangsta, DeNiro in "Casino" he no gangsta
Wanna be, wanna see, wan' get a shovel
Dig Tookie up n*gga, cause he know gangstas
n*ggas think cause they watched "Menace" a couple times
Seen Cube in "Boyz N the Hood" and pressed rewind
That you could survive when a real Crip
Run up on your car and flex the nine
You must be out of yo' mind, a real Blood'll put you out of yo' mind
Just stay the f*ck up outta my hood
Where my n*ggas take you up outta yo' shine
It ain't a movie dawg, hell yeah this a real f*ckin uzi dawg
I'm 'bout to hop inside my Impala, try to keep up, don't lose me y'all
[Chorus: Shorty of Da Lench Mob]
Raised in the City of Angels
Where safe and danger switch lanes so stranger drive slow (drive slow)
Where bangers and gangstas fast 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 all love to blow
I swear, ain't nothin better there
That's why we all take our hats off to you, for one more

[Verse 2: The Game]
I know the real O-Dog, and that n*gga know the real Game
I call him Lorenz Tate, and he ain't never been in no gang
But he been in my house house, and he sat on my couch couch
While I put one in the air so yeah that n*gga 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 sh*t!
You jack n*ggas, out-of-towners, and rap n*ggas
And ball players cause we ball playa, we chop it up, with them trap n*ggas
We outcasts, we big boys, ludacris with them big toys
Where I'm from it'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 gangbangin sh*t ain't nothin to play with
Me and Snoop Dogg just made it look easy
[Chorus: Shorty of Da Lench Mob]
Raised in the City of Angels
Where safe and danger switch lanes so stranger drive slow (drive slow)
Where bangers and gangstas fast 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 all love to blow
I swear, ain't nothin better there
That's why we all take our hats off to you, for one more

[Outro: The Game]
Y'all n*ggas got this L.A. sh*t real f*cked up man
n*ggas better start respectin what the f*ck we about man
We take n*ggas the f*ck out, this sh*t ain't no movie dawg
This sh*t is real - Crips, Bloods, Ese's
We hold sh*t down, this L.A
That's why I wrote the sh*t on my face, put a muh'f*ckin' star behind it
What the f*ck I am, Star-face
L.A. Chronicles, L.A.X. Files
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