LAX Files (Explicit Album Version)

LAX Files (Explicit Album Version) - The Game

Put your lighters up if you want to

Pull your motherf**ken dodger cap

Over your mother f**ken eyes so you can't see sh*t

I want you to go blind ni**a

So you could feel how I felt

When I was in that mother f**ken coma

Placed in a city of angels

Where safe and danger switch lanes

So stranger drive slow drive slow

Where bangers and gangstas fast women'll bank up

Just part of a face

That we show we got mountains and oceans

We move in slow motion off

That sticky you offered to blow

I swear ain't nothing better there

That's why we all take our hats off to you

The one more

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

De Niro in Casino he no gangsta

Wanna be wanna see wan' get a shovel

Dig Tookie up ni**a cause he know gangstas

Niggas 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 flexed a nine

You must be out of your mind

A real Blood'll put you out of your mind

Just stay the f**k up outta my hood

Where my niggas take you up outta yo' shine

It ain't a movie dawg hell

Yeah this a real f**king Uzi dawg

I'm about to hop inside my

Impala try to keep up don't lose me y'all

Placed in a city of angels

Where safe and danger switch lanes

So stranger drive slow drive slow

Where bangers and gangstas fast women'll bank up

Just part of a face

That we show we got mountains and oceans

We move in slow motion off

That sticky you offered to blow

I swear ain't nothing better where

That's why we all take our hats off to you

The one more

I know the real O Dog

And that ni**a know the real Game

I call him Lorenz Tate

And he ain't never been in no gang

But he been in my house house

And he sat on my couch couch

While I put one in the air

So yeah that ni**a know what I'm about about

I'm about my hood I'm about my block

I'm about my chips

So if the rap money stop and I punch a clock

Catch you slippin at a light get out you sh*t

You 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 Boi's

Ludacris with them big toys

Where I'm from it'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 gangbangin sh*t ain't nothing to play with

Me and Snoop Dogg just made it look easy

Placed in a city of angels

Where safe and danger switch lanes

So stranger drive slow drive slow

Where bangers and gangstas fast women'll bank up

Just part of a face

That we show we got mountains and oceans

We move in slow motion off

That sticky you offered to blow

I swear ain't nothing better where

That's why we all take our hats off to you

The one more

Y'all niggas got this LA sh*t real f**ked up man

Niggas better start respecting

What the f**k we about man

We take niggas

The f**k out this sh*t ain't no movie dawg

This sh*t is real Crips Bloods Ese's

We hold sh*t down this LA

Word to sh*t on my face

Put a motherf**king star behind it

What the f**k I am Starface

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