Lyrics:
Don't need a reason
(We're) L.A.P.D.
The city of L.A. feels like a prison
With helicopters overhead and bullets whizzing by
Martial law ain't no
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
But no sell-out, I guess I'm just barred
I ain't changin' mine for no body
They bleeped words from Doug's LA-DE-DA-DE
I can't get a bleep? What's
gangsta make a billion dollars
Dre did it, he from L.A so pop yo' collar
The LAPD be all over me
Tryin' to ban me from my own bity
But for no reason
bad
I told her you don't even know me
I called her right back
LAPD is still lurking just park around back
And when you get caught by the cops don't say
a familiar sceneries
I smell the gun smoke
I watched a homie watch his son smoke
I seen the sun set on my set
I seen one 'Ru and one Loc
One slip and one
everythin', it's scandalous
Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras
The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers slanderin'
Niggas
At Venice by the ocean
Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel motion
There's gangsters all around
Still crazy sets, but you just don't clown
I pray L.A. can stay
Come on
Come on
[ VERSE 1 ]
Do this, ugh, come on, come on
Time to get wreck and kick the so on and so on
The I-see-e-T
O.G. M.C.
L.A.P.D
wonderland feeling like the Son of Sam
I'm at your west coast branch, gun in hand
I'ma feel like superman,
Walk by the teller, better call the trooper, man
niggaz rollin' wit' me
Money makin' swift decision we controllin' the streets
Side track by the broads and the frauds
Ain't it strange
It's the reason so
the park
Blow his brains out, stuck him in the bushes
Take his gat, leave his ass for the rats
And let me hit that cisco, I got a 187 on my pistol
Warrant by
what can I do?
Tadow, what can I do?
Tadow, how ya like me now?
Nutted up in the pen, now it's 94
Back in L.A., and I'm bailin' through the do'
crime in my rhyme
Cause it's my thing
Packed with guns
And drugs
And lots of street slang
A-be -see-D-E-F, and LAPD
Words from a motherfuckin OG
Ammo Dump
niggaz the old way
South Central L.A. where every day
The LAPD ghetto bird be yellin' freeze on the PA
You know they wanna lock us away, they laughin'
forever
La Familia not familiar with riding together
That red and blue got Pstd from Lapd
We'll take this land back
It's either now or never
Soon as them
rifles, and little derringers that fix
LAPD can't see me, I work with Muslim beanie
Indian transporter, machine guns across the border
Drive-by 207 and 11-24
I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest
Bust his mothafuckin' head, got his mothafuckin' neck
Plus 11-99 in his mothafuckin' chest
pulled over by one time
And when the 1999 rewinds
Didn't even make any strides
Murder all around the whole world it's nauseatin'
Everybody's hatin'
of these [?] get blown
Most of my people is gone, most of my life I did wrong
I'm in the gutta' hoe where most of my partna's alone
All of dem live by
rifles, and little derringers that fix
LAPD can't see me, I work with Muslim beanie
Indian transporter, machine guns across the border
grandma arms, saw the jail, roll out on bond
Grew up totin' dirty guns, the side of it said L.A.P.D.
Robbin' shit to get some funds, hammer cocked, my
street dreams are made of these
Still when I pass by they continue to freeze
'Cause the rest of this shit is strictly freestyle
Catch it and why Hollywood
a way on which he could escape when drive bys were being pulled on the dot at 7:48 If you heard a gun shot than it was too late you'll hear the sound
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