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LAX Files lyrics

Artist: The Game lyrics
Album: L.A.X.
Year: 2008
Title: LAX Files

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Lyrics to LAX Files :
(Game Talking)
Put you're lighters up if you want to
Pull you're muthafuckin' Dodger caps over you're muthafuckin' 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 muthafuckin' coma

(Chorus)
Raised in the city of angels
Where safe and danger switch lanes
So stranger drive slow [drive slow]
Where beggers and gangstas pass
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 us to blow
I swear ain't nothing better there
That's why we all take our hats off to you, the one blood

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, wanna get a shovel, dig tookie up nigga
Cause he know gangstas
Niggas think cause they watch menace a couple times
Seen Cuban boys in the hood and press rewind
That you can survive when a real crip run upon your car an flex the nine
You must be out of your mind
A real blood will put you out of your mind
So stay the fuck up out of my hood
Or my niggas take you up out of your shine
It ain't a movie dog
Hell yeah it's a real fuckin' Uzi dog
I'm bout to hop inside my Impala
Try to keep up, don't loose me ya'll

(Chorus)
Raised in the city of angels
Where safe and danger switch lanes
So stranger drive slow [drive slow]
Where beggers and gangstas pass
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 us to blow
I swear ain't nothing better there
That's why we all take our hats off to you, the one blood

I know the real O-Dog
And that nigga know the real Game
I call him the rinse tape
And he never been in no gang
But he been in my house [house]
And he set 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 rat mony stop and I punch a clock
Catch you slippin at a light [get out yo' shit]
We jack niggas, out of towners
And rap niggas, and ball players
Cause we ball player
We chop it up with them trap niggas
We Outkasts, we big boys
Ludacris with them big toys
Where I'm from there's only two things standing on the corner
Me and that liquor store
Look what the bloods did to Weezy
Look what the crips did to Jeezy
This gang banger shit ain't nothing to play with
Me and Snoop Dogg just made it look easy

(Chorus)
Raised in the city of angels
Where safe and danger switch lanes
So stranger drive slow [drive slow]
Where beggers and gangstas pass
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 us to blow
I swear ain't nothing better there
That's why we all take our hats off to you, the one blood

You niggas got this L.A shit real fucked up man,
Niggas better start respecting 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, eses.
We hold shit down, this is L.A.
Wrote the shit on my face, put a mutafuckin star behind.
What the fuck I am...Starface
LA chronicles, LAX files, Case closed.

(Thanks to Harlequin for these lyrics)
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