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letra de l.a. story pt. 3 - murs

[intro]
you know, what if mid-city was- had a gang, and you know, was doin’ this
ain’t gotta worry about me

[chorus]

[verse 1: murs]
y’all n-ggas sayin’ i’m fake? sh-t, i don’t give a f-ck
went back to the hood, dusted off my chucks
stay out all night in the town where the khakis don’t fit
and n-ggas don’t wear their ball caps right

my n-ggas bang the scene, but i don’t f-ck 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 n-gga 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 chunk-ms
thinkin’ to myself: one punch coulda sunk him
but i let it slide, tried to make some conversation
i just talked to your n-gga up in wayside
this little n-gga drunk, still tryna hoop ride
then the fools that knew me, pulled him to the side
apologised, peace, and they was on they way
these little n-ggas 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
f-ck it, i need a fade, so i bailed to the [?]
chris hooked me tight
so i went to the block to see what’s poppin’ for the night
i seen the black and white, d-mn, f-ck trash!
and the neighbourhood watch for tryna kick us off the blocks
sayin’ all we do is slang, and throw up gang signs, but b-tch!!
[chorus]

[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 sh-t
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 (n-gga, 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, n-gga, ayy, where you goin’ wit’ yo’ mark ass, n-gga, get over here
(pass me the beadie, be on my way)
wassup tho, what up tho?
ayy, n-gga (uhh)

[chorus]

[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 sh-t, 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 n-ggas know where you be at like tone loc’s house
or the hollywood sign, n-ggas bang with the times
but my favourite time ever when fools got together
over [?], whatever you say, i felt the unity
and really only want it that way in my community
but every now and then a n-gga 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, n-gga, trinity, so why you ask that?
[chorus]

- murs

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