Текст песни L.A., L.A. - Kuwait Mix - Capone-N-Noreaga , Mobb Deep , Tragedy Khadafi
L.A.
L.A.
big
city
of
dreams
But
everything
in
L.A.
ain't
always
what
it
seems
You
might
get
fooled
if
you
come
from
outta
town
Cos
we
coming
from
Queens
it
gets
down
Jose
Luis
Gotcha,
golden
guns
and
tons
General,
Emanual,
Iraq
emerald
Government
out
to
get
me,
trying
to
stick
me
Move
quickly,
yo
the
God
study
swiftly
Indian
style,
knees
bent,
hands
together
Regulate,
drop
a
cake
in
like
each
state
Money
to
make,
first
of
the
month
son
chop
the
weight
Break
the
law
and
got
a
score
like
before
Armageddon,
marries
street
smoke
wedding
Invest
cheddar
in
shopping
sprees
in
Reading
My
crew
in
the
front
got
it
locked
My
live
niggas
in
the
back
got
the
gats
Yo,
we
true
to
this
black
4-4
likes
to
pour
one
to
the
dome,
lubricate
your
thoughts
Black
mask
stole
a
ride
to
avoid
up
north
Jeopardize
my
freedom,
blink
out
when
I
see
him
But
nine
out
of
ten
niggas
wouldn't
wanna
be
him
Rob
him
for
his
cash
and
spend
it
like
per
diem
Per
diem,
per
diem,
per
diem
A-yo
this
rap
shit
is
ill,
kid
you
make
mad
dough
but
still
Hit
your
crew
off
so
they
can
sling
krills
Show
some
love
kid
ain't
no
selfish
shit
here
(One
love
to
that
nigga
Marley
Marl)
L.A.
L.A.
big
city
of
dreams
But
everything
in
L.A.
ain't
always
what
it
seems
You
might
get
fooled
if
you
come
from
outta
town
Cos
we
coming
from
Queens
it
gets
down
I'm
in
too
deep,
losing
sleep
I
can't
call
it
In
love
with
this
drug
shit,
loyal
and
all
for
it
What's
a
nigga
to
do,
with
no
cash,
and
twenty-two?
Take
it,
or
find
out
the
best
way
to
make
it
fast
My
man's
raking
cash,
fuck
being
lieutenant
I'm
in
it
to
win
it
so
it
might
just
take
a
minute
To
gain
grams,
put
my
game
plan
in
action
Ways
to
make
it
happen,
today's
to
get
the
Jackson
Once
the
weight
comes,
I'm
outta
state
triple
sums
Stop
my
funds,
I
got
guns
to
cripple
sons
What's
the
use
of
heat,
with
no
dough
to
flee
the
street
Caught
a
case
with
no
trace
of
end,
you're
dead
meat
Legal
aid
type
of
route'll
have
you
shipped
in
greens
Ten
thou
for
a
lawyer
now
who
splits
your
cream
Game
is
deeper
than
the
sea
itself
Agile
moves
that
make
fragile
crews
deflate
under
pressure
Take
it
to
the
next
measure
with
all
pleasure
And
stack
treasure,
cheddar,
illegal
life
forever
(Open
Sesame)
(Yeah
all
together,
like
a
butter
soft
leather)
Been
on
this
planet
for
twenty-five
years
and
still
strong
The
world's
rotten
like
the
veins
in
my
father's
arm
I
remain
calm,
study
Islam,
read
the
Torah
World
going
in
flames
like
Sodom
and
Gomorrah
Niggas
dried
up,
laying
in
the
box
from
the
virus
Commercial
thugs
try
to
bust
gats
at
the
livest
This
life
of
crime
only
will
shine
real
survivors
Y'all
half-way
niggas,
I
advise
you
not
to
try
this
So
brace
yourself
before
you
get
yourself
laced
Fucking
with
the
sick
Arabic
Scarface
La
ilaha
illallah
illallah
You're
fucking
with
the
God
that's
Gomar
Oz
Dubar
Official,
my
missile
rips
through
your
bone
gristle
While
you
sneak
thieving
niggas
get
locked
and
blow
the
whistle
For
the
jake,
my
mouthpiece
remains
minute
Team
made
my
bail,
scooped
me
up
in
the
Lex
Coupe
Now
I'm
out,
back
to
the
galaxy
of
Queens
In
between
the
crime
scenes
serving
fans
like
fiends
Fiends,
fiends,
fiends,
so
it
seems
Eternally,
the
game
reverse
and
burn
me
My
man
turned
state's
and
took
the
one
to
three
Snitching
on
me,
how
could
it
be?
We
was
team
I
guess
we
got
divided
by
the
cream
FBI
ran
in
my
crib,
where
I
live
Snatched
my
wife,
child
welfare
took
my
kids
Yo
I
can't
live,
I
got
hit
with
double
life
bid
From
the
stress,
my
head
throbbing
like
a
tumor
Its
one
o'clock,
make
a
salaat,
I
catch
Jumu'ah
Lay
down
my
towel
slide
off
my
suede
Pumas
The
rumors
spread
around
the
jail
like
that
Been
down
for
six
joints
holding
down
this
flat
Latin
Kings
do
they
thing,
ice
pick
for
gat
Trying
to
lay
my
God
Body
cats
all
on
they
back
But
never
that
Yo,
QBC,
Two-Five
and
Mobb
Deep
Mami,
rest
in
peace
In
sha'Allah
One
love
to
that
nigga
Marley
Marl
L.A.
L.A.
big
city
of
dreams
But
everything
in
L.A.
ain't
always
what
it
seems
You
might
get
fooled
if
you
come
from
outta
town
Cos
we
coming
from
Queens
it
gets
down
1 Intro
2 Bloody Money
3 Stick You
4 Parole Violators
5 Iraq (See The World)
6 Live On Live Long
7 Neva Die Alone
8 T.O.N.Y. (Top of New York)
9 Channel 10
10 Capone Phone Home (Interlude)
11 Thug Paradise
12 Capone Bone
13 Halfway Thugs
14 L.A., L.A. - Kuwait Mix
15 Capone -N- Noreaga Live - Interlude
16 Illegal Life
17 Black Gangstas
18 Capone Phone Home (Outro)
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