LAX Files

The Game

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    [Intro: The Game]
    Put your lighters up if you want to
    Pull your motherfuckin Dodger cap
    Over your motherfuckin 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
    motherfuckin coma

    [Chorus: Shorty]
    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
    Weekend mountains and ocean, we move in slow motion
    Off that sticky you walk up to go
    I swear, ain't nothin better there
    That's why we all take our hats off to you, the one
    more

    [The Game]
    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
    Niggaz 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 niggaz take you up outta yo' shine
    It ain't a movie dawg, hell yeah this a real fuckin
    uzi dawg
    I'm 'bout to hop inside my Impala, try to keep up,
    don't lose me y'all

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    [Chorus]

    [The Game]
    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 {GET OUT YO' SHIT!}
    You jack niggaz, out-of-towners, and rap niggaz
    And ball players cause we ball playa, we chop it up,
    with them trap niggaz
    We +OutKasts+, we +Big Boi's+, +Ludacris+ with them
    big toys
    Where I'm from it's only two things
    standin 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 nothin to play with
    Me and Snoop Dogg just made it look easy

    [Chorus]

    [Outro: The Game]
    Y'all niggaz got this L.A. shit real fucked up man
    Niggaz better start respectin what the fuck we about
    man
    We take niggaz 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 muh'fuckin star behind
    it
    What the fuck I am, Star-face
    L.A. Chronicles, L.A.X. Files
    Case closed

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