D. Salas - Los Angeles lyrics

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D. Salas - 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**as 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**as & The Prostitutes Mothaf**as 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**h Get Stuck For f**ing 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**ing Gangstas Homie Mas Chingon Collarbones They Get Broke If You f**ing 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 Ass 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** Known To Pull Quick That's Why I Hustle For The Movement f**in Hoodrat b**hes 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 ba*tards 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