Ervin "EP" Pope - LA Times lyrics

[Verse 1: Game] When them n***as start shooting, that's when the shots get to pourin' You only got one shot to hit the floor and just take this one shot as a warning Cause tomorrow could be a wake like good morning Back on the block like I never left, it's Friday Hi Ms. Parker, I've been cooking, I'm a forever chef And the recipe is legendary I put n***as careers to end early like February Then I come back marching Hit you with April showers, them shots k** n***as like abortions Cause nobody care about a n***a that ain't there They'll miss you til they kiss you, then you goin' in the ground When Maggots eating your tissue Similar to the way the sh** do These are Los Angeles Times, n***a get your issue [Hook:] See the things you do Set my heart of love And I want you to know It reminds me, yeah yeah ooh hoo Of L.A Times [Verse 2: Game] f** Ya'll Pull up on Em 20 Inch wherever's get my block Get To Watching cause every time I hit My Block They Think I'm Flossing Caravan make My Block Look Like an auction Cause My Block Is My Blocks, misfortune 5 hundred On The Scale You can weigh it It ain't Hard Enough Throw On Stove And sautee it Mix it in, Stir it Up, break It Down, rock It Up Look at This sh** Its architecture how i chop it up A lot fiends on my block but it's not enough Champagne pouring when criiss style Bottles bust For the millionaires and billionaires, money to the celing here Patron got you gone throw a pill in there I been through a lot of sh** and I'm still here Even f** Magic Johnson b**h and I'm still here sh** I'm legend no Will here But if you k** my dog, I put You in the wheel chair [Extended Hook:] See the things you do Set my heart of love And I want you to know It reminds me, yeah yeah ooh hoo Of L.A Times Since ya'll haters Always hatin' You go on hatin' on me You know them haters Always hatin' Why ya'll hatin' on me? [Verse 3: Game] n***as know I sell my rocks every morning 7 o'clock me and my rocks was out the door then Growin' up in my projects was a project But me need my project b**h got them pies flip No patience, so I had to ride sick Ride dirty on the T.I. Tip Three wheel motion always make the ride tip It's all eyes on me and my b**h Even the L.A cops was on my sh** Thank God that my rocks was on my b**h Now it's time to flip the page on you n***as I blew up like a grenade on you n***as (cla**ifieds) I went got paid on you n***as (sports) I'm Ballin, MJ on you n***as I'mma start droppin' sh** every day on you n***as (Los Angeles Times) Front page on you n***as [Hook]