Blu - City of Los(t) Ang(e)les lyrics

[Intro: Blu] City of dreams Laying to women and smoke See through the mist Glitter and the gleam Might see the glean and glow Fancy cars, diamonds rings, nice restaurants Finer things Lost our souls, hopes and dreams in the city of angels [Verse 1: Blu] Now let me tell you guys a story bout a place I know Where everybody and they mama see gold and wanna go The hopes be on they TV And bikinis and broads And half of n***as say we rockin' more glitter than broads Figure it's the city of dreams, but it ain't real It's acting rap, it's all after the same game Filming what goes down Just down the street, where they down 40 ounces And smoke 40 pounds a week n***as, just like n***as from y'all parts Except we got spots, we don't shop at Walmart Ballers even ball and sling at the ball park And every hood is run by a black version of (?) And all dark corners in Cali got a crackhead That got sick of living of the county And every in town Tryna make a living here I can find a n***a sick of living here [Hook: Blu (x2)] Fancy cars, diamonds rings, nice restaurants And those finer things (We) Lost our souls, our hopes and dreams With the city of angels that sold their wings [Verse 2: Blu] And you can catch me dippin' through the ghetto Like a devil on scapes In my delta 808 Old yellow on the plates With the pedal to the metal, blowing hay Through the mace to my level of the treble, tell 'em Hell's hot as the spots they pedal weight Where the felons smell the jakes on the block a mile away Come out to play, you know I would to say Cause they sling heavy metal with they metal by they waist LA, LA it's not a place to praise Yet there's still not a place in the States I rather stay Was born, raised, moved out and came back Same shame Still I can't blame the game for the crack We just paint Lac's, bang pockets Bust raps, bust caps Bust that and bust back, simple as that Simple as that, pen pushes the max Innocent hood rats, broke a** laddies and blacks But that's Los Angeles... [Hook: Blu (x2)] Fancy cars, diamonds rings, nice restaurants And those finer things (We) Lost our souls, our hopes and dreams With the city of angels that sold their wings [Verse 3: Blu] Damn, it's been a minute since Pac made a song About the golden state Since them days, we done dropped low in ranks Cause ain't sh** popping with rap We rather fill up banks and tryna act like fill up banks And it's cool Them fools from outta town get the rap loop And if they need that West coast flavor, they just ask Snoop What happened to the n***as Wit attitudes Throwing up dubs and stomping out wack rapping crews Y'all got bag fools invading game space That made Terminator the governor of this lame state The same place they be the king with bars Is the same place they decorate the trees for stars And you start to wonder why there ain't nothing in the sky Cause the cops got it hotter than the month of July And even tho I hate on CA I can't lie, I'll probably never leave Sunshine and palm trees and the... [Hook: Blu (x2)] Fancy cars, diamonds rings, nice restaurants And those finer things (We) Lost our souls, our hopes and dreams With the city of angels that sold their wings [Verse 4: Co$$] Check, I'm Westernplayalistic My west weigh a (?) I pen descriptions (?) Even for the gangsta women Knock with they bullets It's like a badge of honor (?) half my No respect, slap your mouth A lot of gangsters Moving and a lot of gangsters rolling O's Best to armor, best to west And I'm fresh to d**h In my gangsta (?) Ain't no gangsta never claim to be a G You be a G, OG, I be a OG ok For my n***as slinging 808 n***as bout to touch down and release dates Release dates and stay away Hope you can stay away Trap like a paper weight Hold them down, roll 'em downtown Past the station Where the black pimps gather and Me and n***as tryna be free Raise a black fist to the pale face In this racist time, I gotta escape Can't wait for the blame I gotta race in a race of time I'm reppin' LA, West-side I get it on, get it gone, get it up Till the day I die