Lyrics:
bliss
'n' keep fuckin them bitches that you aint even kiss
you could keep gettin high with them tears in your eyes
'n' tellin yourself you like fuckin
of lead, enters your head
Then eruptions of a mass production
Will spread when music is louder, full of gun power
Microphone machinery, when I see a crowd
In search of human cattle
Drawn toward their anguished cries
Drowned by machine gun rattle
Compassion less as mortals die
They feed as we lie
(Intro)
Laa, la, la, la, laa, laaa
Laa, la, la, la, laa, laaa
(This is a Noodles Production)
(Verse 1)
I need my friends, need help
And go to bed early and sad
Only when I am with you
Am I not bored to death
(I’m fucking bored to death)
Summertime in LA
Is much too long for me
Well alright. Spice 1 in the hiddouse
(and Short Dawgs in the house bitch).
With the L.A. Players (soldiers to the game you know?) Yeah.
(Peep
C'est la vie, such is life, don't bring sand to the beach
You can judge somebody by the company they keep
Look, my friends kill my friends
Living life in L.A., crowded valley to bay,
A human jungle that drives you insane,
Cruising the freeways, dodging bullets of death,
I rigger mad
mirror
I still don't think you are hearing me clear
You must understand that our friendship is done
Justified by the person that you have become
what good is a shotgun?
If you ain't got guns, then you better cop some
'Cause the New World Order's around the block, dun
Streets be where Lox get
Ladies and gentlemen
You're in a system where they flirt with disaster
Tongue kiss death, have mass murder orgies till there's no one left
They're
off love hate when i'm loaded
Where was you when I was dying dosing
She dial my number put on hold
Kiss of death through the phone
Another missed call
high
Gun tucked, I know there's demons scheming close by
I hear their whispers as they try to jinx us
Watch us from a distance with a close eye
Looking
She came back to visit, she says
'Cause in some ways, Minneapolis is more real than L.A.
But I won't go to the triple-rock on a tuesday
Too many
Yachty boats
La Familia like the mob
Slang Official
Death Row
Now say my name
Rico
Say my name
Rico
Catch you slipping
Draco
Call me big
Rico
Call me big
the macro scale makes a mockery of fresh meat and clean clothes
and regular meals.... I need to take a trip to Mexico -
Fire a gun – get chased down by racist
to death that's painted by the numbers
With crime unapplied pressure, cats is playing God
But having children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We
like Franklin Saint
My girl got no complaints
The bed frame holds restraints
She like my, man she kiss my
Copy my ways
Then it's calm when they want my
left of what's mine
I almost took you by mistake for someone else
You're just a wild guess in a see-through dress
I don't wanna hear you squealin'
history of harassment and assault
All his fault, by default
Se la vi
Never moi
Repertoire
Ever thought of metaphors as reservoirs?
Out of all the weapons
K5, LAX, I flew by niggas
To live and die in LA, I feel like 2Pac
Nigga look, I said I flew by niggas
Westside when we ride, I feel like 2Pac
Nigga
just letting me ride
You would do it if my name was DRE
Second coming mothafucker throw it up for the king of L.A
I'm known for making bitches take
the bitches wanna kiss em
Go ahead, back that bumpa up
Beep beep rewind it that's wassup
I like the way you do ya stuff
Don't stop, don't stop can't get enough
I'm just trying to say that's a fucking understatement
I done went so hard, made this niggas kiss the pavement
I whipped out my gun watch you
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