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[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
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