Lax Files Lyrics

Lax Files lyrics

Put your lighters up if you want to

Pull your muthafuckin' Dodger caps

Over your muthafuckin' 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 muthafuckin' coma



Raised in the city of angels

Where safe and danger switch lanes

So stranger, drive slow

Where beggars and gangsta's pass

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 blow

I swear ain't nothin' better there

That's why we all take our hats off to you

The one Blood



Come to my hood, hood

Look at my block, block

That's that project buildin'

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 on Casino, he no gangsta'

Wanna be, wanna see, wanna get a shovel

Dig tookie up nigga 'cause he know gangsta's



Niggas think 'cause they watch Menace a couple times

Seen Cube in Boys n The Hood and press rewind

That you can survive when a real Crip

Run upon your corner and flex the nine



You must be out of your mind

A real Blood will put you out of your mind

So stay the fuck up out of my hood

Or my niggas take you up out of your shine



It ain't a movie, dog

Hell yeah, it's a real fuckin' Uzi, dog

I'm 'bout to hop inside my Impala

Try to keep up, don't lose me y'all



Raised in the city of angels

Where safe and danger switch lanes

So stranger, drive slow

Where beggars and gangsta's pass

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 blow

I swear ain't nothin' better there

That's why we all take our hats off to you

The one Blood



I know the real O-Dog

And that nigga know the real Game

I call him the rinse tape

And he ain't never been in no gang



But he been in my house, house

And he set 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 rat money stop

And I punch a clock

Catch you slippin' at a light, get out yo' shit



We jack niggas, out of towner's

And rap niggas, and ball players

'Cause we ball player

We chop it up with them trap niggas



We Outkasts, we big boys

Ludacris with them big toys

Where I'm from there'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 gang banger shit ain't nothin' to play with

Me and Snoop Dogg just made it look easy



Raised in the city of angels

Where safe and danger switch lanes

So stranger, drive slow

Where beggars and gangsta's pass

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 blow

I swear ain't nothin' better there

That's why we all take our hats off to you

The one Blood



Y'all niggas got this LA shit real fucked up man

Niggas better start respectin' what the fuck we about man

We take niggas the fuck out

This shit ain't no movie, dawg



This shit is real, Crips, Bloods, Ese's

We hold shit down, this is LA

Wrote the shit on my face, put a muthafuckin' star behind

What the fuck I am, Starface

LA chronic, LAX files, case closed