L.A.X. Files Lyrics

[Intro]

Put your lighters up if you want to.

Pull your muthafuckin Dodger cap over your muthafuckin eyes,

Until 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.

[Chorus]

Raised in the city of angels.

Where it's safe and dangerous.

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 walk up to go,

I swear, ain't nothin better there.

That's why we all take our hats off to you.

The one more.

[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 one, get a shovel.

Dig Tookie up nigga, cause he know gangstaz.

Niggaz 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 will put you out of yo mind.

Just stay the fuck up outta my hood.

Where my niggaz take you up out of yo shine.

It ain't a movie dawg.

Hell yeah this a real fuckin uzi dawg.

I'm about to hop inside my Impala.

Try to keep up, don't lose me ya'll.

[Chorus]

Raised in the city of angels.

Where it's safe and dangerous.

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 walk up to go,

I swear, ain't nothin better there.

That's why we all take our hats off to you.

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[The Game]

I know the real O-Dog.

And that nigga know the real Game.

I call him Lorenz Tate.

And he ain't never been in no gang.

But he been to my house (house).

And he sat 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 rap money stop and I punch ya clock.

Catch you slippin at a light (get out yo shit).

We jack niggaz, out of towners, and rap niggaz.

And ball players cause we ball playa.

We chop it up with them trap niggaz.

We Outkasts, we Big Boi's, 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 shit ain't nothin to play with.

Me and Snoop Dogg just made it look easy.

[Chorus]

Raised in the city of angels.

Where it's safe and dangerous.

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 walk up to go,

I swear, ain't nothin better there.

That's why we all take our hats off to you.

The one more.

[Outro]

Ya'll niggaz got this L.A. shit real fucked up man.

Niggaz better start respectin what the fuck we bout man.

We take niggaz the fuck out.

This shit ain't no movie dawg.

This shit is real.

Crips, Bloods, Ese's.

We hold shit down.

This L.A.

I wrote this shit on my face.

Put a muthafuckin star behind it.

What the fuck I am, Starface.

L.A. Chronicles, L.A.X. Files

Case closed.