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Viewing Lyrics for L.A., L.A.:
| | | Artist: | Capone-N-Noreaga/Noreaga/N.O.R.E. |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | L.A., L.A. | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 37 | | | | Lyrics: | L.A. L.A. big city of dreams
but everything in L.A. aint always what it seems
you might get
fooled if you come from outta town
cuz we comin from Queens and gets down
Jose-Luis
gotcha holdin guns in tons
general, Emanual rock emerald
government out to get me, tryin to
stick me
move quickly, yo the god study swiftly
Indian style, knees bent, hands
together
Regulate, drama kickin like East state
money to make, 1st of the month son chop the
wait
break the law and gotta score like before
Armageddon, mary-tree smoke wettin
if
thats jeddy, shoppin sprees are ready
My crew in the front got it lock
my live niggas
in the back got the gat
so were true to this black
4-4 like some more
1 to the dome,
lubricate your thoughts
black mask stole the ride to avoid up north
jeopardize my freedom,
blink out when I see you
but nine out of ten niggas wouldnt wanna be you
rob him for his
cash and spend it like
B-diem(echo)
Ah-yo the rap shit is ill
kid you make mad dough but
still
hit your crew off it aint slink-real
show some love kid aint no selfish shit
here
Chorus: repeat 4X
Im in too deep, losin sleep I can't call it
in love wit
this drug shit, loyal and all for it
whats a nigga to do? wit no cash at 22
take it, or find
the best way to make it fast
my mans rakin cash, fuck bein lieutenant
Im in it to win it so
it might just take a minute
to gain grams, put my game plan in action
ways to make it
happen, to days to get the jack-son
once the weight comes, I'm outta state triple sums
count
my funds, I got guns that cripple sons
What's the use of heat, wit no dough to flee the
streets
caught a trace of no chaser and your dead meat
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