Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song L.A. Confidential, artist - YG.
Date of issue: 08.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
L.A. Confidential |
And now for my next number, I’d like to return to the classics |
(Cookin' Soul) |
Uh, uh, yuh |
West Coast (West Coast) |
Hussle, Hussle |
Ya know |
Neighborhood |
West Coast, who ride? |
Blanco |
Labeled as a thug |
Ayy, yo, B |
West Coast (West Coast) |
Uh, look |
Labeled as a thug |
West Coast, who ride? |
Ain’t the type of white dude sippin' Bud Light |
I’m the type with my nine screamin', «Thug life» |
A bad bitch wanna fuck tonight |
You ain’t shit, motherfucker, so it’s fuck your life |
Fuck the D.E.A., I.R.S., and F.B.I |
There, I said it, won’t regret it 'til we start trial |
I don’t ever leave a paper trail |
And best believe I’ma G, I will break the scale |
I’m a hustler, give a fuck about a budget |
I’m a gangsta, give a fuck about the judges |
I’m a monster, middle finger to you suckas |
I’m a mobster, Mr. Untouchable |
Can’t fuck with me, I’m so on some other shit |
On a road trip, gotta bring my other bitch |
Not my other bitch, my other, other, other bitch |
Every brick I flip, the more I’m like, «Fuck, I’m rich» |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Fuckin' mob figga, west coast |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Fuckin' mob figga, west coast, who ride? |
Niggas hate daily, Glock is my protection |
I’m the nigga that your mama told you not to mess with |
Caught a interception on your bitch now that’s a wridnap |
Give her some dick quick, now watch how fast she collapse |
Pusha Ink the label, yeah, been that way from day one |
The hoes get around me and me? |
I just got to say somethin' |
I let my chain speak, I ain’t really gotta say much |
If see me in the streets, holla, «Suwoop, nigga, stay up» |
I’m all about my dollars, pop my collar on a hoe bitch |
She say, «All you wanna do is fuck me,» I say, «You know it» |
My bitch rollin', my bitch bad |
Don’t trip 'cause the homies got the strap |
Run up in your pad like the motherfuckin' police |
With pistols in your face like, «Nigga, don’t you owe me?» |
I’m tryna steal the rap game like the house lit |
I’m from the west but I’m tryna fuck a south bitch |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Fuckin' mob figga, west coast |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Fuckin' mob figga, west coast, who ride? |
Look, look |
I’m fresh off the block, I ain’t even really left yet |
Best on the west, hands-down, no question |
And my Adidas got the Slauson Boy etched in |
And Black Sam keep the money invested |
All I do is check rappers off the checklist |
And I don’t beef, I eat beef for breakfast |
And I don’t sleep 'cause these streets is hectic |
I don’t make peace, I just put 'em on my necklace |
Real nigga, never ran, never snitched |
The old lady on Fifth ain’t raise no bitch |
And we some real niggas, not like the niggas in your clique |
Always runnin' 'round talkin' about the little shit that you did |
We’ll never say nothin' 'bout that big shit that we did |
We just see each other and nod, and you know what it is |
And we don’t talk about the big shit we did |
We just see each other and nod and you know what it is, nigga |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Fuckin' mob figga, west coast |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Fuckin' mob figga, west coast, who ride? |
DB nigga I be on that dope shit |
My junkies be stay ready, be heavy and get your dope, kid |
Talkin' pussy, boy, on my mama, you ain’t shot a stick |
This nigga mad, oh well yeah I got your bitch |
I heard that he snitching, paperwork bands circulating |
Heard this nigga snitch, I swear to God, how the fuck he ate? |
Known to bang hands down, I got the brown |
You can ask around the town, DB I’m gettin' down fast |
I got the gas and gas, gas, gas on top of gas |
I’m like, «Fuck school,» fuck school, never went to class |
I act a ass and act a ass I’m like, «Fuck math» |
They talkin' shit, I swear to God them niggas dumb trash |
Black mask, I’m hoppin' out with that black mask |
He’s talkin' California, we like, «Fuck fast» |
I had cash and had cash and had cash |
Me, YG, Nipsey, Blanco, I had to ask |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Fuckin' mob figga, west coast |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Lettin' niggas have it, I’ve been labeled as a thug |
Fuckin' mob figga, west coast, who ride? |