The Game – L.A.X. Files lyrics

[Intro:]
Put your lighters up if you want to
Pull your muthafuckin Dodger cap
Over your muthafuckin eyes
Until 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

[Chorus:]
Raised in the city of angels
Where it's safe and dangerous
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 walk up to go,
I swear, ain't nothin better there
That's why we all take our hats off to you
The one more

[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 one, get a shovel
Dig Tookie up nigga, cause he know gangstaz
Niggaz 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 will put you out of yo mind
Just stay the fuck up outta my hood
Where my niggaz take you up out of yo shine
It ain't a movie dawg
Hell yeah this a real fuckin uzi dawg
I'm about to hop inside my Impala
Try to keep up, don't lose me ya'll

[Chorus:]
Raised in the city of angels
Where it's safe and dangerous
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 walk up to go,
I swear, ain't nothin better there
That's why we all take our hats off to you
The one more

[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 to 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 ya clock
Catch you slippin at a light (get out yo shit)
We jack niggaz, out of towners, and rap niggaz
And ball players cause we ball playa
We chop it up with them trap niggaz
We Outkasts, we Big Boi's, 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:]
Raised in the city of angels
Where it's safe and dangerous
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 walk up to go,
I swear, ain't nothin better there
That's why we all take our hats off to you
The one more

[Outro:]
Ya'll niggaz got this L. A. Shit real fucked up man
Niggaz better start respectin what the fuck we about man
We take niggaz 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.
I wrote this shit on my face
Put a muthafuckin star behind it
What the fuck I am, Starface
L. A. Chronicles, L. A. X. Files
Case closed