Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Come To LA, artist - YG. Date of issue: 16.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don't Come To LA |
| Don’t come to LA, nobody fucking with me |
| I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry |
| Stick your hand up like you guilty |
| Doing things that my mama said I shouldn’t be |
| So don’t come to LA, nobody fucking with me |
| I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry |
| Stick your hand up like you guilty |
| Doing things that my mama said I shouldn’t be |
| So don’t come to LA |
| I don’t give a fuck who you niggas paying |
| Who name you saying, you ain’t good around here |
| 'Cause y’all niggas fucking up the rep |
| Y’all playing with the set, it’s really war around here |
| Shit, I’m even having problems in the set |
| But I’m really from the set, and y’all don’t come around here |
| So when y’all niggas hop off your jet |
| You better tuck what’s on your neck and get the fuck from 'round here |
| 'Cause y’all paying for the lifestyle that’s watered down |
| Bompton, that where I’m from, this shit not allowed |
| Y’all out of bounds, keep that out-of-town shit out of town |
| You wasn’t banging out of town, it’s too late to holla now |
| (Woah) I’ma get the OGs on board |
| And press the issue on you suckers, oh, Lord |
| (Whoa) Or hit you with a price you can’t afford |
| Then catch your ass slipping at the BET Awards |
| So don’t come to LA, nobody fucking with me (Yeah) |
| I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry |
| Stick your hand up like you guilty |
| Doing things that my mama said I shouldn’t be |
| So don’t come to LA, nobody fucking with me |
| I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry |
| Stick your hand up like you guilty |
| Doing things that my mama said I shouldn’t be (Yeah) |
| So don’t come to LA |
| Don’t come to LA, cuz (Nah) |
| Out-of-town niggas watching, wrong words get you sprayed, cuz |
| This shit for real, this ain’t for play, cuz (Nah) |
| Lil' homies bustin' missions, ain’t a match, you ain’t a thang, cuz (Yeah) |
| Don’t give a fuck who you gon' call, nobody scare me |
| Pirus love me, solo, all inside a rare breed (Yeah) |
| And shit, I’m coming from a rare breed (Yeah) |
| Nowadays, these niggas snitching, give you digits off a scared plea (Buck) |
| Hold on, YG, since you came out with BPT (Uh-huh) |
| These niggas think it’s cool to come down to the CPT (Uh-huh) |
| Remember back when rappers was scared to come into town (Yeah) |
| Now it’s Hollywood passes, man, that shit all watered down, damn |
| A lil' change got you workin' like a slave (Fuck) |
| Pac prolly rollin' in his grave, shit is sad, cuz |
| Ain’t no more passes on the set |
| All you niggas out here fucking up the West, on God |
| So don’t come to LA, nobody fucking with me |
| I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry |
| Stick your hand up like you guilty |
| Doing things that my mama said I shouldn’t be |
| So don’t come to LA, nobody fucking with me |
| I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry |
| Stick your hand up like you guilty (Ahh, yeah) |
| Doing things that my mama said I shouldn’t be |
| So don’t come to LA (Ugh) |
| First off, this a no-fly zone |
| If you ain’t laying with the chrome, better take your ass home |
| Like it’s the first of the month, cash the checks and come on |
| Yeah, you better check in if you niggas want room |
| Look, one call on my phone |
| My Tiny Locs pull up, put that thing on your dome |
| Your money, chain and Rollie, sixty seconds, it’s gone |
| Man, I’d rather tax a nigga, fuck a feature for songs (Give it up, buddy) |
| Run up on 'em like, «Nigga, what it C like?» |
| (Give it up, buddy) |
| My niggas on go like sixty green lights |
| Just *static* got jacked tryna eat right |
| When my niggas off drugs, they don’t think right |
| It’s a recession, man, the hood fucked up |
| If a nigga ain’t tripping, got the heat in the club |
| You walk around like you can’t get touched |
| But JFK was the president and still got his head bust |
| So don’t come to LA, nobody fucking with me |
| I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry |
| Stick your hand up like you guilty |
| Doing things that my mama said I shouldn’t be |
| So don’t come to LA, nobody fucking with me |
| I go broke, rob fools for their jewelry |
| Stick your hand up like you guilty (Ahh, yeah) |
| Doing things that my mama said I shouldn’t be |
| So don’t come to LA |