suicide We don't do what you do We don't live here Fuck in LA Yeah, fuck in LA Fuck in LA Yeah, fuck in LA Fuck off Fuck in LA Fuck in LA Cross your
Translation: Amen. Fuck In La.
can't run You got 24hours with your favourite gun We don't do what you do We don't live here Fuck in L.A. Fuck in L.A. Yea Fuck in L.A.
A whole pound of herb won't dissolve my stress Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop 'Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect Feel Me? Fuck to
possess Wayne I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane Skinny pants and some Vans Call me TripleA, get my advance in advance, amen As
Amen (Yeah) Amen (Feels good) Amen Amen (Guess I'm lucky) Amen (Some of us don't get a second chance) Amen (But I ain't blowing this one) Amen (Nah
' foolish Shawty sittin' low big thangs poppin' Tip on da glock from a crip up in Compton Shootin' at da cops, fuck 1 time I gave her to da block, I fucked
It's our world, we make it spin and y'all the prey, amen Now roger that, roger that Where Roger at? I heard Rog' a Rat F-fuck around and never get Roger
away with the wickedest shit like Mr. Policeman and dog, if you with then wave your fist in the air and pray for the politicians freely, get an amen,
God should be ready to roll To go through all of the wicked shit like Mr. Policeman And duck if you want to pump ya fist in tha air And pray for the politicians freely; get a amen
's go, now we down to ride Everybody swear to God that I'm down for mine But I feel the Lord done bless me We marchin' soldiers (Soldiers) Can't fuck
somethin' Betta plead to bloody Jesus, watch how the majesty control it Don't let it go slow down hold on Now can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen
know God should be ready to roll To go through all of tha wicked shit like Mr. Policeman And duck if ya wanna pump your fist in tha air And pray for tha politicianz freely, get a amen
than the end of fuckin august I'm awesome Repeat it to ya grandma n uncles my mothers Tygas no dad but I'm tha ma fucka Ma fuckas Dis tha last
fuck y'all ni**as Fuck, fuck, fuck y'all ni**as Put your middle fingers up x2 Fuck, fuck, fuck y'all ni**as Put your middle fingers up x2 Fuck, fuck,
'male'? How many records you expectin' to sell After your second LP sends you directly to jail? C'mon, relax guy, I like gay men Right, Ken? Give me an Amen Amen
by a nigga with a contract With a sports team or just a nigga that you figure could afford things Like more rings for her fingers She used to fuck singers
around here, fake toughin' Runnin' after woman Bossed up, all us, outside the club waiting to tip drivers who pull our cars up. The fuck you thought this was dawg, imma trill mother fucker
