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L.A. VibeAs far back as I can rememberI always wanted to be a gangster Hey where you muthafuckers from homie? Yeah, bang that shit I said bang that shit Yeah Home of the crips & bloods Where the ese's shoot And they never run L.A. county blues What we do for fun And I'm never gonna tell em Who the shooter was I'm gonna keep on getting high Til the budda comes Gang signs in the sky We the hooligans And I'm never gonna tell you Who the fuck to trust And I'm never gonna tell you Who the fuck it was I hesitate So basically I made it to the gang In the major league Rap game came through So it pays a g Get love so much I don't play with beef I just ride homicide Through the enemies hood Give a fuck what the enemy does Just be ready when the enemy comes Little homie found out What a felony was Bitch my hood don't play Got recruited in l.a Got them shooters moving weight We come through & pull that k We like the muthafucking navy I'm trying to save money I'm hoping that god is the one That could save me It's easy concealing a weapon It's almost impossible Raising a baby Keeping it gangsta is hard And I do it but often Its driving me crazy Wouldn't be L.A. without that gangsta shit Boom, boom, boom, boom Wouldn't be L.A. without that gangsta shit Gangsta, gangsta Wouldn't be L.A. without that gangsta shit Boom, boom, boom, boom Wouldn't be L.A. without it Wouldn't be L.A. Wouldn't be L.A. (a) Wouldn't be L.A. (never) Wouldn't be L.A. (no) Wouldn't be L. (a) Tell your homies better go & hold a pistol Got your homie shot Now your homies miss em That's what happens When I wanna go against you That's what happens When I wanna push an issue Told you suckas I could never reconcile Gangsta without a doubt Never get caught when you out of bounds Never get caught when you out of town I was in the middle of the muthafucken block that day (Block that day) Then I heard a little whistle And a muthafucker kock n spray (cocked & sprayed) Gunshots went pop Till the cops helicopters came (yea, yea, yea, yea) Then they put em in a coma Couldn't move till the doctors came (yea, yea, yea, yea) Everybody in L.A. cock back that shit Go bang (yea, yea, yea, yea) Got weed got pills Perscribed like Kurt Cobain Wouldn't be L.A. without that gangsta shit Boom, boom, boom, boom Wouldn't be L.A. without that gangsta shit Gangsta, gangsta Wouldn't be L.A. without that gangsta shit Boom, boom, boom, boom Wouldn't be L.A. without it Wouldn't be L.A. Wouldn't be L.A. (a) Wouldn't be L.A. (never) Wouldn't be L.A. (no) Wouldn't be L. (yeah yeah yeah) |