Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song LAX Files , by - The Game. Release date: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
LAX Files |
| Put your lighters up if you want to |
| Pull your motherfucking Dodger cap |
| Over your motherfucking 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 motherfucking coma |
| Raised in the City of Angels where it’s safe |
| And danger switch lanes so stranger drive slow (drive slow) |
| Where bangers and gangstas, fast women’ll bank up |
| Just, part of a face, that we show |
| We got mountains and ocean, we move in slow motion |
| Off that sticky you walk up to go |
| I swear, ain’t nothing better there |
| That’s why we all take our hats off to you, the one more |
| 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 flexed a 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 fucking Uzi dawg |
| I’m 'bout to hop inside my Impala, try to keep up, don’t lose me y’all |
| 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 |
| You jack niggas, out-of-towners, and rap niggas |
| And ball players cause we ball player, we chop it up, with them trap niggas |
| We (OutKasts), we (Big Boi’s), (Ludacris) with them big toys |
| Where I’m from it’s only two things |
| standing 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 nothing to play with |
| Me and Snoop Dogg just made it look easy |
| 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. |
| Word to shit on my face, put a motherfucking star behind it |
| What the fuck I am, Star-face |
| L.A. Chronicles, L.A.X. |
| Files |
| Case closed |