Lyrics:
just fine in Los Angeles
Spending some time in Los Angeles
Blue skies in Los Angeles
No time in Los Angeles
I'm feeling just fine in Los Angeles
Spending
keep serving
And your kids ain't learning shit, except this
Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times (Welcome to L.A)
Mc's get fucked up, chopped like
keep serving
And your kids ain't learning shit, except this
Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times (Welcome to L.A)
Mc's get fucked up, chopped like
to bust a left on Venice
where you can find me & mine, Los Angeles Times
Where every other day I'm taking the hat off my head (yeah)
Givin respect
2X except last line)
Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times
MC's get fucked up, chopped like Braveheart
Don't start what you can't finish, serious
2X except last line)
Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times
MC's get fucked up, chopped like Braveheart
Don't start what you can't finish, serious
2X except last line)
Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times
MC's get fucked up, chopped like Braveheart
Don't start what you can't finish, serious
ourselves
To Los Angeles times
To all the star-free nights and the sweet sunshine
May we be at ease with ourselves
And then I saw you
Through
The Los Angeles Times is going to be read
By a man named Carlo
He will die carrying his wife
(who cannot use her legs) to the bathroom
I will sit in
kind of sadness
You got that tragic set of charms
That only comes from time spent in Los Angeles
Makes me wanna wrap you in my arms
When people
live my life so true
I google the event and find an article in The Los Angeles Times from September 18th, 1994. It says: Of course it was all Hollywood
forever flow
First, Nipsey dies
LA homicide
Now Kobe dies
The whole city cries
Living life in the skies
Los Angeles Times
Helicopter crash
Life is just
a cold world we're worried 'bout news
Cole brought truth, Paak brought blues
Kendrick on news, my generation knew
Ahead of the lies like Los Angeles Times
My name up in lights
And in the Los Angeles Times
Sold out
Standing room only shows
Everyone telling me
I'm on my way...
To where
I really don't know
time
9pm New York time
6pm Los Angeles time
The fight had to be at the crack of dawn
To coincide
With American Television prime time
The fight was in
and capture my breath
I'll get lost in Los Angeles, taking my time
Walking right past the street lights
Will they show a sign that
I'm falling to mend
Not just
These are Los Angeles Times
She is black and white
She is New York Times
With all its torn up streets
In a fashion magazine
Beautiful
I found myself near Los Angeles
In March when flowers come alive
We took off your sheets
Honestly, that air mattress was a nightmare of a time
Oh, I
These are Los Angeles Times
She is black and white
She is New York Times
With all its torn up streets
In a fashion magazine
Beautiful
These are Los Angeles Times
She is black and white
She is New York Times
With all its torn up streets
In a fashion magazine
Beautiful
Los Angeles
Shameful city
I've been taken by the world that's down below
Los Angeles
It's times that I remember when
I'd do it all over again
Los
Los Angeles litty
I'm from the city where the colors pick the right vibe
It's Hollywood in day
But it turn into LA in the night time
Los Angeles
Angeles
(But I love my time) ooh, woah
So, I say, "Los Angeles"
I said, "Los Angeles"
(I don't wanna sacrifice)
(I don't wanna, I try)
(I don't
On the highway nobody's winning the race
And we'll do our time chasing the thin, red lines in Los Angeles
Father Time is a bitch
And she's coming for all of my
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