L.A. Vibe

As far back as I can remember I always wanted to be a gangster Hey, where you motherfuckers from homie? Yeah, bang that shit I said bang that shit Yeah Home of the Crips and 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'ma keep on getting high 'til the buddha 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 gon' 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 and pull that K We like the motherfucking 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 gangster is hard and I do it but often It's driving me crazy Wouldn't be L.A. without that gangster shit Boom, boom, boom, boom Wouldn't be L.A. without that gangster shit Gangster, gangster Wouldn't be L.A. without that gangster shit Boom, boom, boom, boom Wouldn't be L.A without it Wouldn't be L.A Wouldn't be L.A. (ayy) (yeah) Wouldn't be L.A (never) Wouldn't be L.A (no) Wouldn't be L.A (ayy) Tell your homies better go and 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 suckers I could never reconcile Gangster without a doubt Don't never get caught when you out of bounds Don't never get caught when you out of town I was in the middle of the motherfucking block that day (block that day) Then I heard a little whistle when a motherfucker cock 'n spray (cocked and sprayed) Gunshots went pop 'Til the cops helicopters came (yea, yea, yea, yea) Then they put 'em in a coma Couldn't move 'til 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, prescribed like kirko bang Wouldn't be L.A. without that gangster shit Boom, boom, boom, boom Wouldn't be L.A. without that gangster shit Gangster, gangster Wouldn't be L.A. without that gangster shit Boom, boom, boom, boom Wouldn't be L.A. without it Wouldn't be L.A. Wouldn't be L.A. (ayy) Wouldn't be L.A. (never) Wouldn't be L.A. (no) Wouldn't be L.A. (yeah, yeah, yeah)