Rather Die In L.A.

By Bambu

On Short Changed

Released on April 29, 2011

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[Intro]

This shit is natural to me. It's where I'm from it's where I live. I wear it on my heart. It's apparent when you see me. I was raised here, I'm from here, I'ma die here. L.A., L.A. C'mon


[Verse One]

It feel like swine eyes eyeing from behind when I drive

City lights invite the prey like the bait on a line

Community facelifted with a duplex and a coffee shop

Convicts coming home to a supermarket parking lot

Spray painted names

Just so you know

You could get punished with hundreds of bullets if you don't watch where you go

And hospital staff see you as trash in you ain't in these type clothes

Drive-bys to say "hi", where bullets shatter your bones

How old don't matter, blood splatter, guts ageless

And innocent women and children standing by all they favorites

Makeshift guns make you run fast for some shade

But we stand here, chest out, I'll die in L.A

It's [?] yelling "vamanos"

My gang puro satanos

Shoot at me on Friday, we coming back late on sábado

Maybe the dirt in the air block my grandma prayers

But over here it feel like my grandma god don't care

[Hook] {x2}

Lay me down between the smog in the dirt of my birth

Los Angeles in my heart, my neighborhood come first

I die in L.A., I'd rather die in L.A

I'd rather die in L.A. d-d-die in L.A


[Verse Two]

These tattoos not for fashion

Clothes not for matching

It's to identify where you from, who you ran with

The block that you stand with

Homies you throw hands with

The enemies who will nine out of ten, get blasted

A tribute to those passed in

Those who went in trapped in

Boxes like a cage, animal inside rattling bars and snatching cars

Looking for a reason to, drill your thighs with bullets

To paralyze you how they leaving you

City rotten to the pike

Shotgun to a life

Where grammar school student up at pockets of my knife

Let the dice roll over potholes, watch out for rivals

Trickery where police help a young man's survival rate

Screw my face and handcuff me tight

Tell my mom it's my fault, go 'head and kill me tonight

I'd rather...


[Hook]