L.A. Story Pt. 3

Lyrics

[Intro] You know, what if Mid-City was- had a gang, and you know, was doin' this Ain't gotta worry about me [Chorus] I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes [Verse 1: Murs] Y'all niggas sayin' I'm fake? Shit, I don't give a fuck Went back to the hood, dusted off my Chucks Stay out all night in the town where the khakis don't fit And niggas don't wear their ball caps right It's to the back, to the cack, however you wanna say it My niggas bang the scene, but I don't fuck wit' it But if it pop off while I'm there, I guess I'm stuck wit' it On my way to the store this little nigga hit me up I just looked at him crazy, "fool, you don't know me" I used to serve sacks to your big, big homies When wе was yo' age (Hah), shirt off, actin' silly 'bout to make the front pagе, no heat, no chunkums Thinkin' to myself: one punch coulda sunk him But I let it slide, tried to make some conversation I just talked to your nigga up in Wayside This little nigga drunk, still tryna hoop ride One of the fools that knew me, pulled him to the side Apologised, peace, and they was on they way These little niggas out here done got carried away I used to be a little like that back in the day But now I'm tryna live large like Lufa Lufet Ain't no future in set trippin', fightin' at the bus stop Fuck it, I need a fade, so I bailed to the cut shop Chris hooked me tight So I went to the block to see what's poppin' for the night I seen the black and white, damn, fuck CRASH! And the neighbourhood watch for tryna kick us off the blocks Sayin' all we do is slang, and throw up gang signs, but bitch!! [Chorus] I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes [Verse 2: Eclipse 427 & Murs] Well, this the lonely haunted traveller Here to unravel your boot-headed plans Standin' in my face, wastin' my time as well as your mind See, I got mine and I'm here to define the ownership Soldier rise from the soil, it's why I'm steady on some loner shit Walkin' the Wild West and with the best in size Speakin' the wisdom, but fools steady wanna test this strive I hide my pride behind my back and attack with the wisdom As it whistles past the young ears I wonder if they listen To anything I say aside from the neighbourhood that I live in Which decides my punishment, or if I'm forgiven for the moment I let 'em know that I don't want no trouble I'm just tryna reach my household on the double Take it or leave it and we can do what we gotta do (Nigga, what you wanna do?) Hope we don't have to 'cause I don't even know you I don't know you homie [Interlude: Murs & Eclipse 427] Ayy, ayy, nigga, ayy, where you goin' wit' yo' Mark ass, nigga, get over here (Pass me the beedi, be on my way) Wassup tho, what up tho? Ayy, nigga (Uhh) [Chorus] I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes [Verse 3: Luckyiam.PSC] Now, eight years ago a friend of mine Asked me to say some MC rhymes Now back in this time my rest was L.A But the vibe was dope so I bounced to the Bay Before that, I had all different types of hustles Cheques to credit cards, flexin' a little muscle Dumb shit, like the tussles on Westwood and Mardi Gras Bustin' out the windows at riots you never heard of Bet some of y'all remember the wild nights of Cisco When we discovered 40s packin' hammers like pistols L.A. was bangin' and I doubt I could miss 'em From the gangsters to the trainin' G's are taggin' our windows Of the bus, rough, tough, dirty but dangerous If you didn't have a car, you couldn't mob, dude, you scandalous The city was big, but don't go runnin' your mouth 'Cause niggas know where you be at like Tone Loc's house Or the Hollywood sign, niggas bang with the times But my favourite time ever when fools got together Over Rodney King, whatever you say, I felt the unity And really only want it that way in my community But every now and then a nigga get a flashback Rememberin' the joy of handin' out a back slap Irked in just a little part of me, the rat pack But I capped that, nigga, trinity, so why you ask that? [Chorus] I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes