LaBrea

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Look, LaBrea's where you'll find me Chillin' with my niggas gettin' awry If you ain't ridin', please then get the fuck from behind me All these fake dudes still bitin' Do us all a favor, G, stop rhyming Headed to the top, still climbing About to get on, buy my moms a home And a brand new timepiece She can't even look at the shit it's too shiny Diamonds on your neck, diamonds on your chain Diamonds from the continent brought a lot of pain Look into that ring, you'll see a lot of shame It don't matter though, people just wanna [?] Cash rules like crack to fiends, well I'ma shoe H, 'cause that bass moves me Bombs over Baghdad, the shits abstract Niggas at war in the hood, where the stash at Shit man, I ain't even seen it The W-M-D's are lookin' like Katrina I went to New Orleans, a nigga got a fever For southern bell diva and some sneakers Gotta be old school, down for the freaking Roll them joints tight, all I gotta do is breathe in Begin to spit things that's pleasin' Los Angeles the MC is who I am [Verse 2] Look, L.A. is where you'll find me Only in the studio, they on the verge of signing Always in my neighborhood the streets keep reminding Me of where I'm tryna be before it's done winding Down, damn ladies be in love with me now 'Cause of sounds, that we be laying down While the record spins around I break this grammar and sprinkle hash on the ground OG by the pound Tryna get this party bumpin' everybody bouncin' Pennies by the thoughts and I sell them by the ounce Newfound glory every time I come to town These are fightin' words I'm bout to punch yo shit out Run my city, I ain't Diddy you bitch Only one lipgloss on the tip of my dick I was born pissed off [?] spit First ones trust no one and take that risk If you don't make hits, won't see no tits Only here for the money, you gone be broke quick Lookin' for the truth, it sounds something like this Music is my life, I ain't ever gone quit