The Game: Lax files

Put you're lighters up if you want toPull you're muthafuckin dodger caps over you're muthafuckin eyesTill you can't see shitI want you to go blind niggaSo you can feel how I felt when I was in that muthafuckin coma[Chorus]Raised in the city of angelsWhere safe and danger switch lanesSo strenger drive slow (drive slow)Where beggers and gangstasFast women and dank areJust part of the face that we showWe got mountains and oceanWe move in slow motionOff that sticky that you all love to blowI swear ain't nothing better therethat's why we all take our hats off to you, the one blood[Verse 1]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 SugeHad more rocks than JayMore scars in my face than the original ScarfaceOr the homeboy ScarfaceAl Pacino couldn't be no gangstaDeniro in casino he no ganstaWanna be, wanna see, wanna get a shovel, dig tookie up niggaCause he know gangstasNiggas think cause they watch menace a couple timesSeen Cuban boys in the hood and press rewindThat you can survive when a real crip run upon your corner an flex the nineYou must be out of your mindA real blood will put you out of your mindSo stay the fuck up out of my hoodOr my niggas take you up out of your shineIt ain't a movie doggHell yeah it's a real fuckin uzi doggI'm bout to hop inside my impalatry to keep up, don't loose me ya'll[Chorus]Raised in the city of angelsWhere safe and danger switch lanesSo stranger drive slow (drive slow)Where beggers and gangstasFast women and dank areJust part of the face that we showWe got mountains and oceanWe move in slow motionOff that sticky that you all love to blowI swear ain't nothing better therethat's why we all take our hats off to you, the one blood[Verse 2]I know the real O-DogAnd that nigga know the real GameI call him the rinse tapeAnd he never been in no gangBut he been in my house (house)And he set on my couch (couch)While I put one in the airso yeah tat nigga know what I'm bout (bout)I'm bout my hoodI'm bout my blockI'm bout my chipsSo if the rat mony stop and I punch a clockCatch you slippin at a light get out yo shitWe jack niggas, out of townersAnd rap niggas, and ball playersCause we ball playerWe chop it up with them trap niggasWe outkast, we big boysLudacris with them big toysWhere I'm from there's only two things standing on the cornerMe and that liquor storeLook what the bloods did to WeezyLook what the crips did to JeezyThis gangbanger shit ain't nothing to play withMe and Snoop Dogg just made it look easy[Chorus]Raised in the city of angelsWhere safe and danger switch lanesSo strenger drive slow (drive slow)Where beggers and gangstasFast women and dank areJust part of the face that we showWe got mountains and oceanWe move in slow motionOff that sticky that you all love to blowI swear ain't nothing better therethat's why we all take our hats off to you, the one blood[Game Talking]You niggas got this L.A shit real fucked up manNiggas better start respecting what the fuck we about manWe take niggas the fuck out, this shit ain't no movie dawgThis shit is real crips, bloods, essaysIt holds you down, this is L.AWrote the shit on my face ,put a mutafuckin star behindWhat the fuck I am .. starface!