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the game - l.a.x. files lyrics

[intro]
put your lighters up if you want to
pull your m-th-f-ckin dodger cap
over your m-th-f-ckin eyes
until you can’t see sh-t
i want you to go blind n-gg-
so you can feel how i felt
when i was in that m-th-f-ckin 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 n-gg-, cause he know gangstaz
n-gg-z 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 f-ck up outta my hood
where my n-gg-z take you up out of yo shine
it ain’t a movie dawg
h-ll yeah this a real f-ckin uzi dawg
i’m about to hop inside my impala
try to keep up, don’t lose me ya’ll

[the game]
i know the real o-dog
and that n-gg- 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 n-gg- 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 sh-t)
we jack n-gg-z, out of towners, and rap n-gg-z
and ball players cause we ball playa
we chop it up with them trap n-gg-z
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 g-ngb-ngin sh-t ain’t nothin to play with
me and snoop dogg just made it look easy

[outro]
ya’ll n-gg-z got this l.a. sh-t real f-cked up man
n-gg-z better start respectin what the f-ck we about man
we take n-gg-z 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.
i wrote this sh-t on my face
put a m-th-f-ckin star behind it
what the f-ck i am, starface
l.a. chronicles, l.a.x. files
case closed

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