fun 9 times outta 10 you escape when you run But if you can't get away then toss the gun You'll be seein' that county cell You'll be livin' in county
please have a moment of silence, for all the niggas thats no longer around us, For all the niggas that pro-longed in the county and metro-s and TGK and star
Ain't no sentimental nigga, I'm seating on spinners nigga And when I'm dragging me denims don't you busta try to hit 'em I'm from the part where stars like them heavy stars Quality sound beating down
odds, and argue all day about who's a bigger star, Joe, Jada, or Ja. SO close but so far, So many there's no star, I can't belive Fifty Cent and NY
me Citizen Kane for my reign Ten years great, one of the ten great Mr. Media, look inside your encyclopedia 2002, see Ice Cube Fuck a five-star, I'm a live star
Code of the streets you pack heat and skeet Any fuckin' hood rat bitch you can meet Poor muthafuckas still waiting on the county Young black niggas dodgin' the county
cops (Hang on) If you a fiend around the way coked out (Hang on) If you a ex-drug dealer smoked out (Hang on) If you a soldier locked down in the hole
down, represent your town Last night was poppin' like like cocked glocks with hollow tip rounds From booty calls to bail sheets, it ain't no tellin' If I wake up in the county
Everything went from bad to worse Money never changed a thing Death kept followin, trackin' us down At least I heard your bluebird sing Now somebody'
seen My father he was orange and my mother she was green Oh my father was an Ulsterman, proud Protestant was he My mother was a Catholic girl, from County
's get together (C'mon down) Make it happen (Let's make it happen yo) Feel much better (Feel this) There'll be no shooting (Hold it down) At each
back to me (Check it out, check it out, check it out) Can't get drunk, can't get blunted LA county, 95 hundred Crips wanna take my all-stars Bloods
a Mason's ring Oh, Mr. Robinson and his quangos Drinks with generals and county wives The family business is doing alright They're doing tangos, down
't wanna go to county jail no more, more, more Sugar me timba dog and blow me down Pullin'' out tha tone tone and y'all don't make a sound Lay it down
It's true today, I saw it from the plane Aeroplanes were never built to fly Down, down, down, down, down Down, down, down, down, down Don't look down
Cigar Bands, on your hand, your daddy's socks rolled down Sticks, snow floats and aviator caps with flaps that button down Movie stars on Dixie Cup tops
the mountains, And all the way to Malibu. Everyone's a star here in L.A. County, You ought to see the things that they do All the cowboys down on
holding you, son" La la la la la la la la (etc.) Through the day I sing and play For time is on my side But when the moon and stars come out I lay me down