| Woke up the other mornin, I heard a rumor
|
| They said the gang wars was over
|
| I told em they was bullshittin, they said it’s real as hell
|
| Can’t explain the way I felt
|
| Too many years I seen my brothers die
|
| And I can’t say that shit was really that fly
|
| But I used to gangbang when I was younger
|
| So it’s really hard to tell a kid that he’s goin under
|
| I never thought I lived to see us chill
|
| Crips and Bloods holdin hands, the shit is ill
|
| But I love it, I can’t help it
|
| Too much death on the streets, and we dealt it
|
| Van Ness Boys, The Hoovers, The 60s
|
| Bounty Hunters, 8-Treys, all coolin out, gee
|
| I pray the shit’ll never stop
|
| You used to see the wrong colors, and the gats went pop-pop
|
| But now the kids got a chance to live
|
| And the O.G.'s got something to give
|
| That’s love, black on black, that’s how they made it
|
| And if any busters flip, they get faded
|
| L.A. is where I’m speakin of
|
| Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love
|
| I got a lotta love, cause you’re all my brothers
|
| Red or blue, black’s the color
|
| We got a chance, so we can really sweat the real fools
|
| Show those muthafuckas the real tools
|
| Check the enemy, it ain’t the family
|
| Not 1−11, try L.A.P.D
|
| They gotta understand, they beat on a blackman
|
| There’s gonna be drama, know what I’m sayin?
|
| And if we flip, let’s all flip together
|
| Cause I’m prepared, kid, for rough weather
|
| And we gotta realize, the boys on the east side
|
| You call em Eses, I call em allies
|
| Because the day that we all unite
|
| Watch the pigs get real polite
|
| Punk muthafuckas gotta learn quick
|
| That we ain’t takin no more shit
|
| L.A. is where I’m speakin of
|
| Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love
|
| Crenshaw Boulevard, Sunday afternoon
|
| Folks sittin on things, mad systems boom
|
| The girls are lookin better
|
| The gang truce is on, so you wear whatever
|
| At Venice by the ocean
|
| Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel motion
|
| There’s gangsters all around
|
| Still crazy sets, but you just don’t clown
|
| I pray L.A. can stay this way
|
| It’s the first summer I can really say
|
| I felt cool, we all chilled
|
| Went to the park, and nobody got killed
|
| Now if you got a problem, it’s man on man
|
| You don’t need a gang to solve em
|
| I seen the greatest thing I seen in my life
|
| Two brothers in a straight up fist fight
|
| Nobody pulled a gat, nobody jumped in
|
| Nobody pulled a knife, nobody got done in
|
| L.A. is where I’m speakin of
|
| Peace to my city, cause I got a lotta love
|
| G-a-t-e-s, I hope you wear a vest
|
| Even after you’re out the fuckin office
|
| Cause we’re on a totally different tip
|
| Fuck that pig brutality shit
|
| This unity is gettin to me
|
| Every brother on the street is my homie
|
| I’m rollin through a hood that I never been
|
| And every brother steps to me as a friend
|
| I love it, I love it
|
| And nothin in my life will ever be above it
|
| We wanna see our kids all grown up
|
| We’re tired of seein our hoods get blown up
|
| L.A. is a great place
|
| Fly girls, dope cars, life at a fast pace
|
| But gangbanging was killin it quick
|
| Another child got hit — bullshit
|
| Pop-pop-pop, 10 on a weekend
|
| We was goin off to deep end
|
| But now we got a chance, my friend
|
| To mend, and make the colors blend
|
| Let’s all go out on a picnic, kick shit
|
| And squash all the static
|
| Last year I lost about five homies
|
| This shit is real to me
|
| L.A. is where I’m speakin of
|
| Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love
|
| Yo
|
| This is goin out to all the gangbangers
|
| All over South Central
|
| Watts
|
| Inglewood
|
| All over L.A., basically
|
| East L. A
|
| Youknowmsayin?
|
| It’s basically goin down
|
| Peace to all the Crips and the Bloods
|
| Van Ness Boys
|
| Hoovers
|
| Rollin 60s
|
| Bounty Hunters
|
| Yeah
|
| And the Jungle
|
| This is goin out to all the brothers over there in Watts
|
| You know what I’m sayin?
|
| Throwin it up
|
| Grape Street
|
| Nutty Blocc
|
| Front Hood
|
| And all them niggas out there in Compton
|
| Rollin 30s
|
| Harlem
|
| Ah yeah
|
| Pueblos
|
| Nickerson G’s
|
| Peace
|
| Inglewood Family
|
| 18th Street
|
| South Loc
|
| And all the Ese homeboys
|
| All the different sets
|
| Every set, Crip, Blood
|
| What doesn’t matter to me
|
| Cause I gotta love
|
| You know what I’m sayin?
|
| Hope the truce never ends
|
| Youknowsayin?
|
| We can do this |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gotta Lotta Love (L-town Represents Dub) , by - Ice T. Song from the album Gotta Lotta Love, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп