L.A. Vibe Songtext
von King Lil G

As far back as I can remember
I always wanted to be a gangster
Hey, where you motherfuckers from homie?
Yeah, bang that shit
I said bang that shit
Yeah

Home of the Crips and bloods
Where the ese′s shoot and they never run
L.A. County blues, what we do for fun
And I'm never gonna tell ′em who the shooter was
I'ma keep on getting high 'til the buddha comes
Gang signs in the sky, we the hooligans
And I′m never gonna tell you who the fuck to trust
And I′m never gon' tell you who the fuck it was


I hesitate so basically I made it to the gang
In the major league
Rap game came through, so it pays a G
Get love so much, I don′t play with beef
I just ride homicide through the enemies hood
Give a fuck what the enemy does
Just be ready when the enemy comes
Little homie found out what a felony was

Bitch my hood don't play
Got recruited in L.A.
Got them shooters moving weight
We come through and pull that K
We like the motherfucking navy

I′m trying to save money
I'm hoping that God is the one that could save me
It′s easy concealing a weapon
It's almost impossible raising a baby
Keeping it gangster is hard and I do it but often
It's driving me crazy

Wouldn′t be L.A. without that gangster shit
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Wouldn′t be L.A. without that gangster shit
Gangster, gangster
Wouldn't be L.A. without that gangster shit
Boom, boom, boom, boom


Wouldn′t be L.A without it
Wouldn't be L.A
Wouldn′t be L.A. (ayy) (yeah)
Wouldn't be L.A (never)
Wouldn′t be L.A (no)
Wouldn't be L.A (ayy)

Tell your homies better go and hold a pistol
Got your homie shot, now your homies miss 'em
That′s what happens when I wanna go against you
That′s what happens when I wanna push an issue
Told you suckers I could never reconcile

Gangster without a doubt
Don't never get caught when you out of bounds
Don′t never get caught when you out of town
I was in the middle of the motherfucking block that day (block that day)
Then I heard a little whistle when a motherfucker cock 'n spray (cocked and sprayed)
Gunshots went pop
′Til the cops helicopters came (yea, yea, yea, yea)
Then they put 'em in a coma

Couldn′t move 'til the doctors came (yea, yea, yea, yea)
Everybody in L.A. cock back that shit, go bang (yea, yea, yea, yea)
Got weed got pills, prescribed like kirko bang

Wouldn't be L.A. without that gangster shit
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Wouldn′t be L.A. without that gangster shit
Gangster, gangster
Wouldn′t be L.A. without that gangster shit
Boom, boom, boom, boom

Wouldn't be L.A. without it
Wouldn′t be L.A.
Wouldn't be L.A. (ayy)
Wouldn′t be L.A. (never)
Wouldn't be L.A. (no)
Wouldn′t be L.A. (yeah, yeah, yeah)