L.a.x. Files Lyrics - Game

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 

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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 

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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