J.R. Rotem - LAX Files lyrics

[Intro : The Game] Put your lighters up if you want to Pull your motherf**in' Dodger cap Over your motherf**in' eyes, 'til you can't see sh** I want you to go blind n***a So you can feel how I felt, when I was in that motherf**in coma [Hook : Shorty of Da Lench Mob] Raised in the City of Angels Where safe and danger switch lanes so stranger drive slow (drive slow) Where bangers and gangstas fast 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 all love to blow I swear, ain't nothin better there That's why we all take our hats off to you, for one more [Verse 1 : The Game] 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 n***a, cause he know gangstas n***as 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 flex the nine You must be out of yo' mind, a real Blood'll put you out of yo' mind Just stay the f** up outta my hood Where my n***as take you up outta yo' shine It ain't a movie dawg, hell yeah this a real f**in uzi dawg I'm 'bout to hop inside my Impala, try to keep up, don't lose me y'all [Hook : Shorty of Da Lench Mob] Raised in the City of Angels Where safe and danger switch lanes so stranger drive slow (drive slow) Where bangers and gangstas fast 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 all love to blow I swear, ain't nothin better there That's why we all take our hats off to you, for one more [Verse 2 : The Game] I know the real O-Dog, and that n***a 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 n***a 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' sh*t! You jack n***as, out-of-towners, and rap n***as And ball players cause we ball playa, we chop it up, with them trap n***as We outcasts, we big boys, 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 g**nin sh** ain't nothin to play with Me and Snoop Dogg just made it look easy [Hook : Shorty of Da Lench Mob] Raised in the City of Angels Where safe and danger switch lanes so stranger drive slow (drive slow) Where bangers and gangstas fast 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 all love to blow I swear, ain't nothin better there That's why we all take our hats off to you, for one more [Outro: The Game] Y'all n***as got this L.A. sh** real f**ed up man n***as better start respectin what the f** we about man We take n***as the f** out, this sh** ain't no movie dawg This sh** is real - Crips, Bloods, Ese's We hold sh** down, this L.A That's why I wrote the sh** on my face, put a muh'f**in' star behind it What the f** I am, Star-face L.A. Chronicles, L.A.X. Files Case closed