The Game

The Game - LAX Files

rate me

Put your lighters up if you want to

Pull your motherfuckin Dodger cap

Over your motherfuckin eyes, 'til you can't see shit

I want you to go blind nigga

So you can feel how I felt, when I was in that motherfuckin coma

Raised in the City of Angels where it's safe

And danger switch lanes so stranger drive slow (drive slow)

Where bangers and gangstas, fast women'll bank up

Just, part of a face, that we show

Weekend mountains and ocean, we move in slow motion

Off that sticky you all love to blow

I swear, ain't nothin better there

That's why we all take our hats off to you, the one more

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, wan' get a shovel

dig Tookie up nigga, cause he know gangstas

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 flexed a nine?

You must be out of yo' mind, a real Blood'll put you out of yo' mind

Just stay the fuck up outta my hood

where my niggaz take you up outta yo' shine

It ain't a movie dawg, hell yeah this a real fuckin uzi dawg

I'm 'bout to hop inside my Impala, try to keep up, don't lose me y'all

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 in 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 a clock

catch you slippin at a light {GET OUT YO' SHIT!}

You 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

Y'all niggaz got this L.A. shit real fucked up man

Niggaz better start respectin what the fuck we about 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.

Word to shit on my face, put a muh'fuckin star behind it

What the fuck I am, Star-face

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

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