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pelaYO on "THE LA SONG (sensitive mix) LYRICS"

pelaYO — Sat, 16 Jun 2007 05:45:42 +0000

NICE , thanks Yoyopo, great contribution. Finally its completed... HOPE all enjoy this.

pelaYO

LostScholar on "THE LA SONG (sensitive mix) LYRICS"

LostScholar — Fri, 15 Jun 2007 20:25:29 +0000

oh i though it said " and month after week people paid to hear me speak" i thought he was playin with words But yeah LA Song Sensitive mix is ultimate one of my favs.

YoYoPo on "THE LA SONG (sensitive mix) LYRICS"

YoYoPo — Fri, 15 Jun 2007 19:11:55 +0000

thes one:
See i see the people moving
through the arteries and vains
in cars switchin lanes
dropping extravagant names
into cell phones
to real estate agents who sell homes
to implants with implants
dancing with chrome
she's entertainin the city
one dollar at a time
for a little drug money
escaalting LA crime
from our fake escobar
anticipated some time
just a night at the bar
taking the trouble off his mind
he`s drinking long islands
with some cat from manhattan
who moved away from Statten
to start a career in rappin
when he touched down and
realized he was just another number
now he's trying to get
his own that he can slang thru the summer
to them other new commers
they're trying to get discovered
they're working as a waiter
till midnight or even later
at least they getting tips
see the cookie's gettin chipped
f*** a minimum wage
he's just another immigrant
riding the bus home
sitting next to old crip
who finally decided to
stop letting the chrome rip
But not before he caught a hollow tip
That gave him a limp
He passes by everynight
Smoking a pimp
I say waz up
And thats how we do
I guess were both reppin LA in our on speciall way
Two of a kind
Double K and my
Finding piece of mind
Watching the daily grind
From my mission to record find
Rectifying them underlying currents in LA
Theres no plan B
Cause the city dont play
See i understand my role
In the city of LA
Theres no plan 'B' cause the city dont 'A'

double k:
the summer of '77
God gave his only writer
to a city of angels with broken down fables
dominoes was on the table, brown liquer and cups
my paps was the man on the street cuttin up
that hollywood swinging on that natural high
steppin out of line I high step and got you by
but now there's gangs and banging and signs is hanging
crooked cops pulling over for the same old thing
and my registration's in my melanin
and thats a reason for a beating in Los Angeles
it's stage nigga season cos you gotta have a smile on your face
but show em how you really feel and they're gonna go for the waist
it happened to my homie man and it won't happen to me
quit throwing up the c but came a real og
for murdering tracks, burning the wax, through stacks and stacks
blowin it like greenbacks in the back of the lac
remembering the good days
trying to get my feet wet
smokin blunts with my friends
yo man how high can you get?
but some got too high
and they never came down
and no matter what happens to my folks i'm still down
that's what my city taught me
never be a copy
stay ahead of the pack
keep yours eyes on your back
look both ways before you crossin this place
you get lost in this place
tossed in the space of mind that you wanna get out of
and that you wanna stay out of
so I stay doin somethin to keep my unborn proud of
pops was with rollin songs with his shoes on the concrete
and marked at the week people pay to hear me speak
I got the gift of gab and known for the soul grabbin
product of LA I know you see my pants saggin

not sure bout that last bit but dope dope song, hope that helps peace

Boneunit on "THE LA SONG (sensitive mix) LYRICS"

Boneunit — Thu, 14 Jun 2007 22:57:35 +0000

Very underrated track imo.

One of my favorites.

pelaYO on "THE LA SONG (sensitive mix) LYRICS"

pelaYO — Wed, 13 Jun 2007 07:46:59 +0000

HEY ALL, I was able to write down only first half the lyrics of this amazing song, PLEASE can someone help completing the second part, DOUBLE K part. THANKS, from CHILE.-.-.-. pelaYO

thes one:
See i see the people moving
through the arteries and vains
in cars switchin lanes
dropping extravagant names
into cell phones
to real state agents who sell homes
to implants with implants
dancing with chrome
see we entertainin the city
one dollar at a time
for a little drug money
escaalting LA crime
from our fake escobar
anticipated some time
just a night at the bar
taking the trouble out his mind
he`s drinking long islands
with this guy from manhattan
who moved away from Statten
to start a career in rappin
when he touched down and
realized he was just another number
know he is trying to get
his zone that he can slang thru the summer
to them other new commers
their trying to get discovered
they working as a waitress
till midnight or even later
at least they getting tips
see the cook is gettin jipped
f***ing in a way
hes hust another imigrant
Riding the bus home
Seated next to old crip
Who finally decided to
stop letting the chrome rip
But now before he cuaght a hollow tip
The gave him a limp
He passes by everynight
Smoking a pimp
I say waz up
And thats how we do
I guess were both reppin LA in our on speciall way
Two of a kind
Double K and my
Finding piece of mind
Watching the daily grind
From my mission to rectify
Rectifying them old currents in LA
Theres no plan B
Cuase the city dont play
See i understand my role
In the city of LA
Theres no plan 'B' cause the city dont 'A'

double k:
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