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charlie row campo - los angeles lyrics

[chino grande]
we keep it crackin’
like my og’s used to do
we keep it crackin’
like my og’s…

[chorus: d. salas & blanca nieves]
los angeles
it’s going down in a major way
homie we don’t play
los angeles
gang fights, lowrides, murder homicides
los angeles
we keep it crackin’
like my og’s used to do
los angeles
we keep it crackin’
for my og’s gangstas do
los angeles

[verse 1: chino grande]
l.a. l.a
mothaf-ckas don’t play
dodger fitted on the cranium
encase i let the tec spray
definitely decorate you
with a neck brace
hit you in the chest place
split you til your chest cave
hardcore pandilleros
looking for some action
we keep it active
just ask chris blatchford
fox 11, with a black .357
it’s like the roulette table
but this a smith & wesson
push the line back
if you really wanna do
and it’s the land
of the k!llas & the prost-tutes
mothaf-ckas turned out
on that crystal meth
it’s why we out
and hit em with that prop 36
by all means that’s it
might clear all 30 round
just to make his brain spit
might step in to the bad
you gotta feel the wrath
we fast when it comes to pulling straps

[chorus]

[verse 2: midget loco]
in l.a. it’s game day
like the dodgers & the braves
where a white b-tch get stuck
for f-cking with o.j
in a blazer with a laser
getting slit like a razor
get stapled by the lakers
get beat by the bangas
in the streets of danger zone
get blasted with a chrome
in a cadillac chrome
on your boost mobile phone
you ain’t never called it home
bring out the saxophone
dead corpses layed out
by the faring high cologne
city pity is shown
when you get your chest blown
by some real f-cking gangstas
homie mas chingon
collarbones they get broke
if you f-cking with my dawg
you get smoked, don’t provoke
bullet holes leave you soaked
by the beach leave you dead
better get some common sense
i don’t need no evident
if you touch my frog skit
steel banging with the row
man we holding up the show
chino grande, midget, toro (awwwaaaa)
los angeles my home

[chorus]

[verse 3: chino grande]
i could never be distracted
more than you could imagine
put your -ss in the next year’s funeral pageant
i’m known to fight dirty
with a clip that holds 30
disintegrating the journey
i’m a trial by fury
top 10 sooner or later
i’m bout to clock in
from whittier to compton
put you in a coffin
i ain’t stoppin’
dealing with the bullsh-t
known to pull quick
that’s why i hustle for the movement
f-ckin hoodrat
b-tches just get on my nerves
it’s like the birds
when they chirp
searching for the worms
i’m a have to catch her
like the inglorious b-st-rds
brad pitt
but starring me with a flat top
g’d up in all dark black
like my coffee
i ain’t stopping
snap, crackle, & popping
just call me papi
can’t afford to be sloppy
that’s why i stay creased
with more dough than monopoly

[chorus]

[chino grande]
we keep it crackin’
like my og’s used to do
we keep it crackin’
like my og’s used to do

- charlie row campo lyrics

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