LAX Files

[Intro: The Game] Put your lighters up if you want to Pull your motherfuckin' Dodger cap Over your motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin coma [Chorus: 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 nigga, cause he know gangstas Niggas 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 fuck up outta my hood Where my niggas take you up outta yo' shine It ain't a movie dawg, hell yeah this a real fuckin uzi dawg I'm 'bout to hop inside my Impala, try to keep up, don't lose me y'all [Chorus: 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 nigga 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 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 rap money stop and I punch a clock Catch you slippin at a light get out yo shit! You jack niggas, out-of-towners, and rap niggas And ball players cause we ball playa, we chop it up, with them trap niggas 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 gangbangin shit ain't nothin to play with Me and Snoop Dogg just made it look easy [Chorus: 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 niggas got this L.A. 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 L.A That's why I wrote the shit on my face, put a muh'fuckin' star behind it What the fuck I am, Star-face L.A. Chronicles, L.A.X. Files Case closed