's a heaven for a G I'd be a liar if I told you that I never thought of death My nigga, we the last ones left (l-look) l-look (l-look) I said - how many
that they sell cocaine out One single, Had to tint the yellow Range out Everybody runnin' up tryin' to spell the name out (F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S) [Chorus] [
one pass dat weed l gotta light one all them niggas l gotta fight one all them hoes l gotta like one our situation is a tight one what u wanna do? fight
the policeman CHORUS Beat all the niggers Beat whoever you see Don't need a reason (We're) L.A.P.D. The city of L.A. feels like a prison With helicopters
[Big L] Aiiyyo, some people was born in heaven with a silver spoon in they mouth and had everything handed to them on a silver platter and never had to
I'm the bomb, (I'm the mothafuckin detonator) One (dutch), one (bud), one (burner), one (slug) Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just (one
that Then I picked up the phone, to call my Aunt Dot so she could fill me in a little more about the plot Hmm.. nine-one-seven, eight-five-eight, two-one
me and my dawgs is R, A, W...RAW and will murder (Murder).. A, double L... (ALL) yall Yall heard of, the Queens Bridge fucking Hot Boyz Prodigy, H, A,
for years Shed tears, when white folks hand a nigga a L Ball up and fuck all up a nigga mail Beeper reportin low, when you put in a Duracell Put it in
the policeman Beat all the niggers Beat whoever you see Don't need a reason (We're) L.A.P.D. The city of L.A. feels like a prison With helicopters