L.A. Vibe

(álbum: Blessed By God - 2017)

As far back as I can remember
I always wanted to be a gangster

Hey where you muthafuckers from homie?
Yeah, bang that shit
I said bang that shit
Yeah

Home of the crips & bloods
Where the ese's shoot
And they never run
L.A. county blues
What we do for fun
And I'm never gonna tell em
Who the shooter was
I'm gonna keep on getting high
Til the budda comes
Gang signs in the sky
We the hooligans
And I'm never gonna tell you
Who the fuck to trust
And I'm never gonna tell you
Who the fuck it was
I hesitate
So basically I made it to the gang
In the major league
Rap game came through
So it pays a g
Get love so much
I don't play with beef
I just ride homicide
Through the enemies hood
Give a fuck what the enemy does
Just be ready when the enemy comes
Little homie found out
What a felony was
Bitch my hood don't play
Got recruited in l.a
Got them shooters moving weight
We come through & pull that k
We like the muthafucking navy
I'm trying to save money
I'm hoping that god is the one
That could save me
It's easy concealing a weapon
It's almost impossible
Raising a baby
Keeping it gangsta is hard
And I do it but often
Its driving me crazy

Wouldn't be L.A. without that gangsta shit
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Wouldn't be L.A. without that gangsta shit
Gangsta, gangsta
Wouldn't be L.A. without that gangsta shit
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Wouldn't be L.A. without it
Wouldn't be L.A.
Wouldn't be L.A. (a)
Wouldn't be L.A. (never)
Wouldn't be L.A. (no)
Wouldn't be L. (a)

Tell your homies better go & hold a pistol
Got your homie shot
Now your homies miss em
That's what happens
When I wanna go against you
That's what happens
When I wanna push an issue
Told you suckas
I could never reconcile
Gangsta without a doubt
Never get caught when you out of bounds
Never get caught when you out of town
I was in the middle of the muthafucken block that day
(Block that day)
Then I heard a little whistle
And a muthafucker kock n spray (cocked & sprayed)
Gunshots went pop
Till the cops helicopters came (yea, yea, yea, yea)
Then they put em in a coma
Couldn't move till the doctors came (yea, yea, yea, yea)
Everybody in L.A. cock back that shit
Go bang (yea, yea, yea, yea)
Got weed got pills
Perscribed like Kurt Cobain

Wouldn't be L.A. without that gangsta shit
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Wouldn't be L.A. without that gangsta shit
Gangsta, gangsta
Wouldn't be L.A. without that gangsta shit
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Wouldn't be L.A. without it
Wouldn't be L.A.
Wouldn't be L.A. (a)
Wouldn't be L.A. (never)
Wouldn't be L.A. (no)
Wouldn't be L. (yeah yeah yeah)