[Intro: The Game]

Put your lighters up if you want to

Pull your motherfuckin' Dodger cap

Over your motherfuckin' eyes, 'til you can't see shit

I want you to go blind nigga

So you can feel how I felt, when I was in that motherfuckin coma

[Chorus: Shorty of Da Lench Mob]

Raised in the City of Angels

Where safe and danger 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 all love to blow

I swear, ain't nothin better there

That's why we all take our hats off to you, for one more

[Verse 1: 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, wan' get a shovel

Dig Tookie up nigga, 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 flex the nine

You must be out of yo' mind, a real Blood'll put you out of yo' mind

Just stay the fuck up outta my hood

Where my niggas take you up outta yo' shine

It ain't a movie dawg, hell yeah this a real fuckin uzi dawg

I'm 'bout to hop inside my Impala, try to keep up, don't lose me y'all

[Chorus: Shorty of Da Lench Mob]

Raised in the City of Angels

Where safe and danger 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 all love to blow

I swear, ain't nothin better there

That's why we all take our hats off to you, for one more

[Verse 2: 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 in 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 a clock

Catch you slippin at a light get out yo shit!

You jack niggas, out-of-towners, and rap niggas

And ball players cause we ball playa, we chop it up, with them trap niggas

We outcasts, we big boys, 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: Shorty of Da Lench Mob]

Raised in the City of Angels

Where safe and danger 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 all love to blow

I swear, ain't nothin better there

That's why we all take our hats off to you, for one more

[Outro: The Game]

Y'all niggas got this L.A. shit real fucked up man

Niggas better start respectin what the fuck we about man

We take niggas 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

That's why I wrote the shit on my face, put a muh'fuckin' star behind it

What the fuck I am, Star-face

L.A. Chronicles, L.A.X. Files

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