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2pac - to live and die in l.a. (angels) lyrics

[intro]
i love l.a
no doubt
to live and die in l.a. (california)
no matter what you say about los angeles
it’s still the only place for me
it never rains in southern california
to live and die in l.a

[verse 1]
where everyday we try da fatten our pockets
us n+ggas hustle for the cash, so it’s hard a knock it
everybody got they own thing, currency chasing
worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces
shed tears as we bury n+ggas close to heart
what was a friend, now a ghost in the dark
cold part about it, n+gga got smoked by a fiend
trying da floss on him, blind to a broken man’s dream
a hard lesson, court cases keep me guessing
plea bargain ain’t an option now, so i’m stressing
cost me more to be free than a life in the pen’
making money off of cuss words, writing again
learn how to think ahead, so i fight with my pen
late night down sunset, liking the sin
what’s the worst they can do to a n+gga?
got me lost in h+ll, to live and die in l.a. on bail
my angels sing
[chorus 1]
and the angels go
to live and die in l.a

[verse 2]
it’s the city of angels and constant danger
south central l.a. can’t get no stranger
full of drama like a soap opera
on the curb watching the ghetto bird helicopters
i observe so many n+ggas getting three strikes, tossed in jail
i swear the pen’ right across from h+ll
i can’t cry, ’cause it’s home now
i’m just a n+gga on his own now
living life thug style, so i can’t smile
writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures
thinking cali just fun and b+tches
better learn about the dress code, b’s and c’s
all them other n+ggas copycats, these is g’s
i love cali like i love women
’cause every n+gga in l.a. got a little bit of thug in ’em
we might fight amongst each other
but i promise you this: we’ll burn this b+tch down, get us p+ssed
to live and die in l.a

[chorus 2]
let my angels sing
and my angels go
to live and die in l.a
[verse 3]
it wouldn’t be l.a. without mexicans
black love, brown pride in the sets again
pete wilson trying da see us all broke
i’m on some bullsh+t out for everything they owe
remember kday? weekends, crenshaw, mlk?
automatics rang free, n+ggas lost they way
gang signs being shown, n+gga, love yo’ hood
but recognize and it’s all good
where the weed at? n+ggas getting shermed out
snoop dogg in this motherf+cker permed out
m.o.b., big suge in the lo+lo, bounce and turn
dogg pound in the lex with a ounce to burn
got them watts n+ggas with me, o.f.t.b
they got some hash, took the stash, left the rest for me
neckbone, tre, heron, buntry too
big rock got knocked, but this one’s for you
i hit the studio and drop a jewel, hoping it pay
getting high, watching time fly; to live and die in l.a

[chorus 3]
let my angels sing
and my angels go
to live and die in l.a
let my angels sing
[outro]
this go out for 92.3, 106
all the radio stations that be bumping my sh+t
making my sh+t sells quadruple, quadruple platinum
(to live and die in l.a., mhmm)
this go out to all the magazines that support a n+gga
all the real motherf+ckers
(to live and die in l.a., mhmm)
all the stores, the mom and pop spots
a&r people, all y’all motherf+ckers
(to live and die in l.a., mhmm)
l.a
california love, part motherf+cking two
wit’ our gay+ass dre
(to live and die in l.a., mhmm)
(to live and die in l.a., mhmm)
makaveli the don, death row is finest, you lose

- 2pac lyrics

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