[Verse 1]
Bloods k** blood, Crips k** crips
Mexicanos k**s bloods, everybody trips
The weed ain't workin, so we all take sips
Road rage, 9 millis, 7 in the clip
L.A., L.A. where have you gone
It used to be a time when we had it full grown
Now it's, more k**in'm, like its no more chillin'
Worried ex-dope dealers, paranoid villians
Pissed off n***a shoots the sh** out of a kid
Gunnin' at the cops 'til they open up his f**in' lid
We ride or die til we really f**in' die
You know hes goin', you can see it his eyes
So, drink a forty when you hoped he could be saved but
Tomorrow party with a hole up in his braids what?
Ain't no love up in the city
It's only hatin' faces
You should appologize
That way you won't catch cases
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[Verse 2]
Now, if you k** a rapper you'll never get caught
Yes, I am a rapper and I always fought
I fought for what was right
Now I gotta b**hes and n***as hatin' me because I'm outta sight
And I taste just like castor oil to you
But I'm not a bitter person, pa** the rolls to you
Hit the blunt, it'll pa** the spoils to you
Wake your brain up, that's what is spose to do
Now, Black Tone keep me off with spruce blonde
I'm a send chicken coup over there
Cause Barbara Bird got 2 blocks
I ain't studyin' you dumbies cause I got
2Pac bangin' off in my ca**ette deck, I'm a shut up
Gangstas die faster than teachers
And I can see the whole game from under the bleachers
Guess a whole lot of mad rappers walkin' around Los Angeles
But, I ain't one of 'em. I'm just a son of one of 'em
[Chorus]