Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song L.A. River Drive feat. Sick Jacken , by - Dilated Peoples. Release date: 10.08.2014
Song language: English
L.A. River Drive feat. Sick Jacken |
| From the time I ride out until the time I’m home |
| I pray for a safe travel, God, while I’m gone |
| Overstanders vs. overseers |
| Overseas or over here |
| Classic overachiever holding class for non-believers |
| Hold your pass at will call, biggest giants will fall |
| Lightning bolt your ear like LT but this ain’t football |
| Mid-city magic, it’s parades after the rat race |
| Wreck the grand marshals, buffet until they stack plates |
| Sparking martial arts, heavy metal on the podium |
| Head spinning like Caesar, no cardboard or linoleum |
| Breaking history out the freezer, finding future where the seeds are |
| Roll with Jesus types knowing these lights can cause a seizure |
| Downtown Skyline 'til the plates shifted |
| Big brain-teaser scriptures moving major motion pictures |
| Put the night to sleep then I rise and wake the morning up |
| Study the Queen Calafia, California |
| Sprinkle holy water, blessed oil anointed, some rap to spit |
| Some would say a circle is pointless |
| Live from LA River Drive |
| Where some are happy enough to know they’re getting by |
| Where some are at their lowest when they’re getting high |
| Where others try to wake them up and open up their eyes |
| Where the cold streets are warming up |
| Put the night to sleep, when I rise wake the morning up |
| (Put the night to sleep, when I rise wake the morning up) |
| They watch our moves, every step becomes the cinema |
| With cameras in the street lights, the city life I live it up |
| Only my notable moments are here for quoting |
| The rest are over |
| Gone With The Wind, it’s like the cold is blowing |
| But fuck it, the pen’s in motion like my Venice Ocean |
| Like my city done switched up but I’m still devoted |
| I ride the coping out, my reputations spoke about |
| A Westsider killing 'til I’m paid in full and bills are folded |
| Damn, it’s nothing new like, this the cutting room floor? |
| Picking up a scrap or two less and break the rules more |
| So who’s up for being up to something? |
| Used to being nothing |
| Used to be confused |
| But ain’t no future in yo' frontin' |
| Times is hard as fuck |
| Like back then when the carter struck |
| I’m talking new Jack |
| And not a new rap or some artist, look |
| I been different from the coast of the Pacific |
| The shit is scripted |
| Just directors with a vision |
| Every morning that I get up |
| Wake up thankful that I wasn’t set up |
| Blessed with another day so I bow my head and shut up |
| Cause anything can happen on the streets |
| It don’t mean I’m out of reach cause I’m rapping over beats |
| Ask B.I.G., ask Pac, ask pigs, ask blocks |
| Disrespect, ass drop |
| It don’t matter if you have props, enemies I have not |
| So I don’t gotta deal with this |
| Been able to avoid the drama cause I kept it real with it |
| Disregard the negative cause all that shit is relative |
| Sedative with Dilated, Alchemist is editing |
| Rep Los evidently, it’s good to be home |
| A microphone, some moonshine, and I’m in the zone, it’s on |
| Concrete and palm tree, constantly we’re off beat |
| Everything I saw today determines how the song be |
| All around the world with this so you can say you saw me |
| And if you didn’t know, Double-S got an army like that |