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yelohill & dnyc3 - la times lyrics

[intro]
this for the young and reckless (this for the young and reckless)
the lost souls (the lost souls)
children of the trenches (children of the trenches)
(dnyc3 has signed on)

[chorus]
aye, it’s like a jungle sometimes
it makes me wonder
how i keep from going under
trying to dodge the oppositions of the f+cking undercover
i was only seventeen when i lost my older brother
i really f+cking loved him (huh)
[post+chorus]
do you gang bang?
where you from?
you play sports?
you a square?
you a scrub?
you say blood?
you say fool?
you say cuh? (pssh)
crenshaw, fairfax, squabble up

[verse 1]
west la to south central (west la to south central)
inglewood to centinela (inglewood to centinela)
jordan downs to the millers (jordan downs to the millers)
they some all around k!llers (they some all around k!llers)
off my granny’s porch, i was seventeen (seventeen)
serving up the junkies with the ‘phetamine (‘phetamine)
dove soap and white crowns was the recipe (recipe)
i was a beast, i was a dog
no pedigree (pedigree)

[refrain]
los angeles times
los angeles times
los angeles times
los angeles times
los angeles crime
los angeles crime (sup cuh)
los angeles crime
los angeles crime
los angeles mind (huh, los angeles mind)
watts, south central (los angeles mind)
bell down to compton (los angeles mind)
los angeles crime (los angeles crime)
inglewood to west la (los angeles crime)
you know we get it proper (los angeles crime)
los angeles time
[chorus]
it’s like a jungle sometimes
it makes me wonder
how i keep from going under
trying to dodge the oppositions of the f+cking undercover
i was only seventeen when i lost my older brother
i really f+cking loved him

[verse 2]
n+ggas wrestling with death
they trying to deal with the street
every day in california n+ggas resting in peace
40+ounce and big blunts up on the porch with the gs
keep a toolie on you n+gga, don’t get caught in the 3
these n+ggas savages and crazy, break your chin bro
gas station, liquor stores, squabble up and catch your win bro
keep it gangster, keep it lit bro
and if he ever try to mark you up out your spot, got to chip bro
crip bro, live and die up in the zip bro
f+ck these n+ggas
just remember you the sh+t bro
eat steak and live large at the ritz bro
i pray for all my real homies in this sh+t bro

[refrain]
los angeles times
los angeles times
los angeles times
los angeles times
los angeles crime
los angeles crime (sup cuh)
los angeles crime
los angeles crime
los angeles mind (huh, los angeles mind)
watts, south central (los angeles mind)
bell down to compton (los angeles mind)
los angeles crime (los angeles crime)
inglewood to west la (los angeles crime)
you know we get it proper (los angeles crime)
los angeles times
los angeles times
los angeles times
los angeles times
los angeles times
los angeles times
los angeles times
los angeles times
los angeles times

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