Lyrics:
They call her Miss Divine
My black beauty
She's open all the time
She's my beauty
Los Angeles police
My black beauty
Had it out for me
She's
it was making her high
And it was making her cry
And it was making her high
Riot in my skull
The demons are coming
Los Angeles is dead
These
"And now, the wonderous world of.."
"Hey, come to Los Angeles!
You and your family can have peace and tranquility.
Enjoy the refinement.."
"Hey
making her high
And it was making her cry...
And it was making her high
Riot in my skull
The demons are coming
Los Angeles is dead
These drugs ain't
"And now, the wonderous world of.."
"Hey, come to Los Angeles!
You and your family can have peace and tranquility.
Enjoy the refinement.."
"Hey
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis
Thank you
Damn G the spot's gettin'
[Airline attendant]
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis
Thank you
and everyone in Congress knew it.
A compromise was painfully worked out in the House Judiciary Committee.
In Los Angeles today comedian Lenny Bruce died
staff
Laugh now, but cry much later
You see when niggas get together
They get mad 'cause they can't fade us
Like my niggas from South Central
Los Angeles
Defendant car dealer appealed an
Order from the
Superior Court of Los Angeles County
(California)
Which denied the dealer's petition to compel
de Monroe
Les strass et le stress
Dieux et déesses, de Los Angeles
Baby alone in Babylone
Noyée sous les flots de lumière
De poussières,
de Monroe
Les strass et le stress
Dieux et déesses, de Los Angeles
Babe alone in Babylone
Noyée sous les flots de lumière
De poussières,
what we done
In one generation, he came from Africa young
He said he met my moms at the Century Club
Los Angeles love kinda of like Hussle and Boog
enough
To get "Today's Empires, Tomorrow's Ashes" on Soviet red vinyl
It's going on the wall next to "The Battle of Los Angeles"
niggas from South Central, Los Angeles
They found that they couldn't handle us
Bloods, Crips on the same squad
With the Ese's helpin', nigga, it's time
Los Angeles police
They come in different flavors
And history refuses
To do them any favors
The insects point towards you
With numbers on their
Lazy days in Los Angeles
If it ain't your parents it's the damn police
We just wanna get our kicks for free
We just wanna get our kicks for free
motherfucker on (Fire)
The whole world watching, Los Angeles is on (Fire)
Yeah, yeah (Fire)
1992, was you here for the (Fire?)
Uh-huh
Standing
los police los jodieron
solo por venir del ghetto
Por eso me cuidan mis angeles
aunque tirandome viven terceros
les pido a dios bendiciones
por que
comisión
Contigo hay Ángeles adorando
Contigo hay Ángeles cantando
Contigo hay Ángeles danzando
En la presencia del señor te andas gozando
Contigo hay
the city of Los Angeles")
Not guilty, the filthy, devils tried to kill me
When the news get to the hood the niggas will be
Hotter than cayenne pepper,
know my name, you know my reputation
You know what it is, I don't need to give no explanation
When you say my fuckin' name, add exclamation
Los
Sittin' 'bout a hundred stories up, like what the fuck?
And I'm just lookin' at it all
I'll be right here in Los Angeles
Lookin' like a villain
Sittin' 'bout a hundred stories up, like what the fuck?
And I'm just lookin' at it all
I'll be right here in Los Angeles
Lookin' like a villain
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