Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song L.A., L.A., artist - Capone-N-Noreaga. Date of issue: 16.06.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
L.A., L.A. |
| L.A. L.A. big city of dreams |
| but everything in L.A. aint always what it seems |
| you might get fooled if you come from outta town |
| cuz we comin from Queens and gets down |
| Jose-Luis gotcha holdin guns in tons |
| general, Emanual rock emerald |
| government out to get me, tryin to stick me move quickly, yo the god study swiftly |
| Indian style, knees bent, hands together |
| Regulate, drama kickin like East state |
| money to make, 1st of the month son chop the wait |
| break the law and gotta score like before |
| Armageddon, mary-tree smoke wettin |
| if thats jeddy, shoppin sprees are ready |
| My crew in the front got it lock |
| my live niggas in the back got the gat |
| so were true to this black |
| 4−4 like some more |
| 1 to the dome, lubricate your thoughts |
| black mask stole the ride to avoid up north |
| jeopardize my freedom, blink out when I see you |
| but nine out of ten niggas wouldnt wanna be you |
| rob him for his cash and spend it like |
| Ah-yo the rap shit is ill |
| kid you make mad dough but still |
| hit your crew off it aint slink-real |
| show some love kid aint no selfish shit here |
| Chorus: repeat 4X |
| Im in too deep, losin sleep I can’t call it in love wit this drug shit, loyal and all for it whats a nigga to do? |
| wit no cash at 22 |
| take it, or find the best way to make it fast |
| my mans rakin cash, fuck bein lieutenant |
| Im in it to win it so it might just take a minute |
| to gain grams, put my game plan in action |
| ways to make it happen, to days to get the jack-son |
| once the weight comes, I’m outta state triple sums |
| count my funds, I got guns that cripple sons |
| What’s the use of heat, wit no dough to flee the streets |
| caught a trace of no chaser and your dead meat |
| Legal aid type of rider, have you shppied in greens |
| 10 thou for a lawyer now who splits your cream |
| Game is deeper than the sea itself |
| agile moves to make fragile crews deflate under pressure |
| take it to the next measure wit all pleasure |
| and stack treasure… Illegal life forever |
| Yeah all together, like a butter soft leather |
| Been on this planet for 25 years and still strong |
| the worlds rotten like the veins in my fathers arm |
| I remain calm, study Isalm, read the Torah |
| world goin in flames like Sodom and Gomora |
| Niggas dried up layin in the box from the virus |
| commercial thugs tried to bust gats at the livest |
| its like in crime, only will shine real survivors |
| yall hallf-way niggas, I’d advise you not to try this |
| so brace yourself before you get yourself laced |
| fuckin wit them sick Arabic scarface |
| La ellah illa Allah illa Allah |
| your fuckin wit the god |
| Escumar Asdubar |
| Official, my missle rips through your bone gristle |
| why you sneak leavin niggas get locked and blow the whistle |
| for the jake, my mouthpiece remains my new |
| team made my bail, scooped me in the Lex-Coupe |
| now I’m out back to the galaxy of Queens |
| live between the crimes scenes |
| servin fans like fiends… fiends…fiends… |
| so it seems |
| Yo, eternally |
| the game reverse and burn me my man turn states and took the 1 to 3 |
| snitchin on me, how could it be we was team |
| I guess it got divided by the cream |
| FBI, raided my crib where I live |
| snatch my wife, child welfare took my kids |
| yo I can’t live |
| I got hit wit double life bid |
| From the stress, my head throbbin like a tumor |
| its 1 o’clock niggas are lock I catch shuma |
| lay down my towel slide off my suede pumas |
| the rumors spread around the jail like that |
| been down for 6 joints holdin down this flat |
| Latin Kings do they things, ice pick for gats |
| tryin to lay my garbody gats all on they back |
| but never that… |
| yo.Q-B-C, 2−5 and Mobb Deep |
| mami rest in peace |
| its Allah |
| one love to that nigga Marley Marl |