Lyrics to LAX Files :
(Game Talking)
Put you're lighters up if you want to

Pull you're mutha$#&@in' Dodger caps over you're mutha$#&@in' eyes
Til' you can't see %#@!
I want you to go blind ^!$$%

So you can feel how I felt when I was in that mutha$#&@in' 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 ^!$$%
Cause he know gangstas
^!$$%s 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 $#&@ up out of my hood
Or my ^!$$%s take you up out of your shine

It ain't a movie dog
Hell yeah it's a real $#&@in' 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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% 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' %#@!]
We jack ^!$$%s, out of towners
And rap ^!$$%s, and ball players

Cause we ball player
We chop it up with them trap ^!$$%s
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 %#@! 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 ^!$$%s got this L.A %#@! real $#&@ed up man,
^!$$%s better start respecting what the $#&@ we about man,
We take ^!$$%s the $#&@ out
This %#@! ain't no movie dawg,
This %#@! is real; crips, bloods, eses.

We hold %#@! down, this is L.A.
Wrote the %#@! on my face, put a muta$#&@in star behind.
What the $#&@ I am...Starface
LA chronicles, LAX files, Case closed.