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| Put you're lighters up if you want to Pull you're muthaf**kin' Dodger caps over you're muthaf**kin' 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 muthaf**kin coma (Chorus) Raised in the city of angels Where safe and danger switch lanes So stranger drive slow (drive slow) Where beggers 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 want'd to blow I swear ain't nothing 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 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, wanna get a shovel, dig tookie up nigga Cause he know gangstas Niggas think cause they watch menace a couple times Seen Cube in 'boys n tha 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 f**k 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 f**kin' Uzi dog I'm bout to hop inside my Impala Try to keep up, don't loose me ya'll (Chorus) Raised in the city of angels Where safe and danger switch lanes So stranger drive slow (drive slow) Where beggers 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 want'd to blow I swear ain't nothing 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 Larenz Tate 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 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 mony stop and I punch a clock Catch you slippin at a light get out yo' shit We jack niggas, out of towners And rap niggas, and ball players Cause we ball player We chop it up with them trap niggas We Outkast, we big boi's 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 gang banger shit ain't nothing to play with Me and Snoop Dogg just made it look easy (Chorus) Raised in the city of angels Where safe and danger switch lanes So stranger drive slow (drive slow) Where beggers 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 want'd to blow I swear ain't nothing better there That's why we all take our hats off to you, the one blood You niggas got this L.A shit real f**ked up man Niggas better start respecting what the f**k we about man We take niggas the f**k out This shit ain't no movie dawg This shit is real crips, bloods, eses We hold shit down, this is L.A Wrote the shit on my face, put a mutaf**kin star behind What the f**k I am..Starface LA chronicles, LAX files, case closed |
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