L.A., L.A. (Kuwait Mix)

[Chorus: Prodigy & James Brown sample] L.A., L.A. — big city of dreams But everything in L.A. ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from outta town 'Cause we coming from Queens, it gets down ("Gets— gets— gets down") L.A., L.A. — big city of dreams But everything in L.A. ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from outta town 'Cause we coming from Queens ("Gets— gets— gets down!") [Verse 1: Noreaga] José Luis Gotcha, golden guns and tons General, Immanuel, Iraq emerald Government out to get me, trying to stick me Move quickly (Yo), yo, the God study swiftly Indian style, knees bent, hands together Regulate, drop a cake in like each state Money to make, first of the month, son, chop the weight Break the law and got a score like before (Yo, aight?) Armageddon, marries street smoke wedding (Yo) Invest cheddar in shopping sprees in Reading [Verse 2: Havoc & Tragedy Khadafi] My crew in the front got it locked, my live niggas in the back Got the gats, yo, we true to this, black 4-4 likes to pour one to the dome, lubricate your thoughts Black mask, stole a ride to avoid up North Jeopardize my freedom, blink out when I see him But nine out of ten niggas wouldn't wanna be him Rob him for his cash and spend it like per diem— Per diem— per diem— per diem Aiyyo, this rap shit is ill, kid, you make mad dough, but still Hit your crew off so they can sling krills Show some love, kid, ain't no selfish shit here (One love to that nigga Marley Marl) [Chorus: Prodigy & James Brown sample] L.A., L.A. — big city of dreams But everything in L.A. ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from outta town 'Cause we coming from Queens it gets down ("Gets down") L.A., L.A. — big city of dreams But everything in L.A. ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from outta town 'Cause we coming from Queens ("Gets— gets— gets down") [Verse 3: Capone & Lyn Collins] I'm in too deep, losing sleep, I can't call it In love with this drug shit, loyal, and all for it What's a nigga to do, with no cash, and twenty-two? Take it, or find out the best way to make it fast My man's raking cash, fuck ("Funky!") being lieutenant I'm in it to win it, so it might just take a minute To gain grams, put my game plan in action Ways to make it happen, today's to get the Jackson Once the weight comes, I'm outta state, triple sums Stop my funds, I got guns to cripple sons What's the use of heat, with no dough to flee the street? Caught a case with no trace of end, you're dead meat Legal aid type of route'll have you shipped in greens Ten thou' for a lawyer, now who splits your cream Game is deeper than the sea itself (No doubt) Agile moves that make fragile crews deflate under pressure Take it to the next measure with all pleasure And stack treasure, cheddar, illegal life forever [Interlude: Prodigy & "Kool" Bell sample] Yeah, all together ("Open—") Like a butter soft leather ("Sesame") [Verse 4: Tragedy Khadafi & Lyn Collins sample] Been on this planet for twenty-five years and still strong The world's rotten, like the veins in my father's arm I remain calm, study Islam, read the Torah World going in flames, like Sodom and Gomorrah Niggas dried up, laying in the box from the virus Commercial thugs try to bust gats at the livest This life of crime only will shine real survivors Y'all half-way niggas, I advise you not to try this So brace yourself, before you get yourself laced Fucking with the sick Arabic Scarface La ilaha illallah illallah You're fucking ("Funky!") with the God, that's Gomar Oz Dubar Official, my missile rips through your bone gristle While you sneak thieving niggas get locked and blow the whistle For the jake, my mouthpiece remains minute Team made my bail, scooped me up in the Lex Coupe Now I'm out, back to the galaxy of Queens In between the crime scenes serving fans like fiends (Fiends) Fiends (Fiends), fiends (Fiends) So it seems (Yo) Eternally, the game reverse and burn me My man turned State's and took the one-to-three Snitching on me, how could it be? We was team I guess we got divided by the cream F.B.I. ran in my crib, where I live Snatched my wife, Child Welfare took my kids Yo, I can't live, I got hit with double life bid From the stress, my head throbbing like a tumor It's one o'clock, make a salaat, I catch Jumu'ah Lay down my towel, slide off my suede Pumas The rumors spread around the jail like that Been down for six joints, holding down this flat Latin Kings do they thing, ice pick for gat Trying to lay my God Body cats all on they back But never that, yo [Interlude: Tragedy Khadafi] Q.B.C., 2-5, and Mobb Deep Mami, rest in peace In sha'Allah One love to that nigga, Marley Marl [Chorus: Prodigy & James Brown sample] L.A., L.A. — big city of dreams But everything in L.A. ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from outta town 'Cause we coming from Queens ("Gets— gets—") [Outro: James Brown sample] "Gets down— gets down—" "Gets down— gets down—" "Gets down— gets down—" "Gets down— gets down—" [Produced by Marley Marl]