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Haha
Los Angeles, Los Angeles
Los Angeles, Los Angeles
Los Angeles, Los Angeles
Los Angeles, Los Angeles
Los Angeles, Los Angeles
I started small time, but it was all mine
About the more I serve blow, nigga, all dimes
My nigga Smooth, my nigga Lou, my nigga Cat
Went third on the bird, and got off scratch
We came together to make this motherfucker fat
And flip this motherfuckin' rap game just like a dope sack
And all my other competition, ay, they need to know
We ain't fakin' in this bitch, ay, we G's fo' sho'
It all started on my pager, small time servin' neighbors
Los Angeles, we money makers, S hats, Chuck Taylors
My money never no favor, nose runny by the elevator
I pop bottles with the Lakers, with top models playin' Sega
In the head rest of the Navigator, West sex to a spectator
On mama's steps servin' it cold, fresh out the 'fridgerator
When you know who you are
You won't worry 'bout a thing
When you've come this far
There's a chance to stand the rain
Nigga, holla at your boys with guts
These cars ain't nothin' but toys to us
Nigga, we more than just warriors
Homie, look, I can tell you a story of
We backed by the strongest niggas in South Central America
I make moves like Kobe, bruh, you can't hold me up
I'm old enough to call shots on your road, cuh
On the parking lot, I C-walk through all the cops
We ain't gon' never stop makin' hits that's hella hot
From the way a nigga see it, we 'bout to do it big
And a nigga seen this vision ever since a kid
Since a kid, this the type of shit I did
I was the one that always found her every time she hid
When we played hide-go-get-it in the backyard
This was before everybody start actin' hard
Comin' home with guns, sellin' yay for funds
And then a nigga prayed to God that this day would come
When you know who you are
You won't worry 'bout a thing
When you've come this far
There's a chance to stand the rain
Since I got chips to flip, I get hit on the hip
Got a call from 3-1-0 to come pick up my shit
It's time to go, Donnie said we got a show
And we finna pick up some more dough, so let's roll
'Fore we bounced out, we met up at Hump's house
Fly ladies on the front couch, bud never runnin' out
Cali women admire, real Westside
Thug with pride, ghetto fabulous and pie
I hit your block with a cocktail
In your yard with the hard with Bill Gates on the cell
To the first snitch tale
Then the first clip fell, we gettin' rich, fuck jail
Big face with big stakes in the skyscraper
If she fuckin', don't rape her
She pop the X shakin' like a breaker
Her confession was major, deep throated for a player
Los Angeles made it hail, makin' millions with hand scales
When you know who you are
You won't worry 'bout a thing
When you've come this far
There's a chance to stand the rain
When you know who you are
You won't worry 'bout a thing
When you've come this far
There's a chance to stand the rain
Sound like Battlecat and Upstairz on the track
Sound like Battlecat and Upstairz on the track
Sound like Battlecat and Upstairz on the track
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