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Put your lighters up if you to
Pull muthafuckin' Dodger caps
Over your muthafuckin' til' you can't see shit
I you to go blind, nigga
So you can how I felt
When I was in muthafuckin' coma

in the city of angels
Where safe and danger lanes
So stranger, slow
Where beggars and gangsta's
Women and are
Just part of a that we show

We got and ocean
We move in motion
Off sticky you walk up to blow
I swear ain't nothin' better
why we all take our hats off to you
The one

to my hood, hood
Look at my block,
That's that buildin'
Yeah, that's where I got shot,

'Cause I was more hood than
Had more than Jay
More scars on my face the original Scarface
Or the homeboy

Al couldn't be no gangsta'
Deniro on Casino, he no
Wanna be, see, wanna get a shovel
Dig tookie up 'cause he know gangsta's

Niggas think 'cause they Menace a couple times
Cube in Boys n The Hood and press rewind
That you can survive when a Crip
Run upon your corner and flex the

You must be out of your
A real Blood put you out of your mind
So stay the fuck up out of my
Or my niggas take you up out of shine

It a movie, dog
Hell yeah, it's a real Uzi, dog
I'm to hop inside my Impala
Try to up, don't lose me y'all

Raised in the city of
safe and danger switch lanes
So stranger, slow
Where and gangsta's pass
Women and are
Just part of a face that we

We got mountains and
We in slow motion
Off that sticky you up to blow
I swear ain't nothin' better
That's why we all take our off to you
The one

I know the real
And that know the real Game
I call him the rinse
And he ain't been in no gang

But he in my house, house
And he set on my couch,
I put one in the air
So yeah, nigga know what I'm 'bout, 'bout

I'm 'bout my hood, I'm 'bout my
I'm 'bout my so if the rat money stop
And I a clock
Catch you at a light, get out yo' shit

We jack niggas, out of
And rap niggas, and players
'Cause we ball
We chop it up them trap niggas

We Outkasts, we big
Ludacris them big toys
Where I'm from there's
Two things on the corner
Me and that store

Look what the did to Weezy
Look what the did to Jeezy
This gang banger shit ain't to play with
Me and Dogg just made it look easy

Raised in the city of
Where safe and danger lanes
So stranger, slow
beggars and gangsta's pass
Women and are
Just of a face that we show

We got and ocean
We in slow motion
Off that you walk up to blow
I swear ain't better there
why we all take our hats off to you
The one

Y'all niggas got this LA shit fucked up man
better start respectin' what the fuck we about man
We niggas the fuck out
This shit ain't no movie,

This is real, Crips, Bloods, Ese's
We hold shit down, is LA
Wrote the on my face, put a muthafuckin' star behind
What the fuck I am,
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