LAX Songtext
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LAX Songtext
You better get ready for the war
It′s so frustratin', so many hatin′
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain't waitin′, there′s no escapin'
You better get ready for the war
A shotgun fanatic, you right back at it
You get mopped and dropped like a filthy habit
X, snatch and grab it, got you hoping I fail
Cos if I fail you be happy like a faggot in jail
I′m full retail, guaranteed to sell
In my jet black McLaren with my mademoiselle
I'm strong-arm city, you fragile and frail
You think you ready for them steady niggas? I can′t tell
Sex sells so fk you all, we came to bubble and bar
You getting shutdown soon as I touch down
Bust rounds, enemies slayed and cut down
Fully automatic, spittin' rounds with no sound
Break down your whole regime, like an M-16
Make sure the chamber in the barrel is clean
And the spring that′s connected to the firin' pin
That's connected to the trigger, when I squeeze it again, begin
Look Ma, top of the world, the best of the best
King California - LAX
Out the ′hood, in the penthouse, from the projects
One man, one gun, how the West was won
Sing!
It′s so frustratin', so many hatin′
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain′t waitin', there′s no escapin'
You better get ready for the war
It's so frustratin′, so many hatin′
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain′t waitin', there′s no escapin'
You better get ready for the war
Hit like a heavyweight, breathe deep, meditate
Make the whole crowd get loud, make ′em levitate
I ride through my city like a presidential candidate
LAX, phantom double-R an' accelerate
Stack wheel, elevate, crash through the prison gate
Generation hate, appetite to eliminate
X-Man don't spit rhymes, I ventilate
Traffic contraband, yeah, banned through the Interstate
Got a sick flow - didn′t know? Let me demonstrate
Renovate the game, new nigga that you love to hate
The left hand lands and the right hand devastates
Half part of your face replaced with a metal plate
Irate, get snatched to a better place
Let the detached decorate with the yellow tape
Detonate, drop bombs, make the earth shake
It Brazil with a half mil′ in a briefcase
Look Ma, top of the world, the best of the best
King California - LAX
Out the 'hood, in the penthouse, from the projects
One man, one gun, how the West was won
Sing!
It′s so frustratin', so many hatin′
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain′t waitin', there's no escapin′
You better get ready for the war
It′s so frustratin', so many hatin′
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain′t waitin', there′s no escapin'
You better get ready for the war
You better get ready for the war
It′s so frustratin', so many hatin′
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain't waitin′, there′s no escapin'
You better get ready for the war
A shotgun fanatic, you right back at it
You get mopped and dropped like a filthy habit
X, snatch and grab it, got you hoping I fail
Cos if I fail you be happy like a faggot in jail
I′m full retail, guaranteed to sell
In my jet black McLaren with my mademoiselle
I'm strong-arm city, you fragile and frail
You think you ready for them steady niggas? I can′t tell
Sex sells so fk you all, we came to bubble and bar
You getting shutdown soon as I touch down
Bust rounds, enemies slayed and cut down
Fully automatic, spittin' rounds with no sound
Break down your whole regime, like an M-16
Make sure the chamber in the barrel is clean
And the spring that′s connected to the firin' pin
That's connected to the trigger, when I squeeze it again, begin
Look Ma, top of the world, the best of the best
King California - LAX
Out the ′hood, in the penthouse, from the projects
One man, one gun, how the West was won
Sing!
It′s so frustratin', so many hatin′
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain′t waitin', there′s no escapin'
You better get ready for the war
It's so frustratin′, so many hatin′
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain′t waitin', there′s no escapin'
You better get ready for the war
Hit like a heavyweight, breathe deep, meditate
Make the whole crowd get loud, make ′em levitate
I ride through my city like a presidential candidate
LAX, phantom double-R an' accelerate
Stack wheel, elevate, crash through the prison gate
Generation hate, appetite to eliminate
X-Man don't spit rhymes, I ventilate
Traffic contraband, yeah, banned through the Interstate
Got a sick flow - didn′t know? Let me demonstrate
Renovate the game, new nigga that you love to hate
The left hand lands and the right hand devastates
Half part of your face replaced with a metal plate
Irate, get snatched to a better place
Let the detached decorate with the yellow tape
Detonate, drop bombs, make the earth shake
It Brazil with a half mil′ in a briefcase
Look Ma, top of the world, the best of the best
King California - LAX
Out the 'hood, in the penthouse, from the projects
One man, one gun, how the West was won
Sing!
It′s so frustratin', so many hatin′
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain′t waitin', there's no escapin′
You better get ready for the war
It′s so frustratin', so many hatin′
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain′t waitin', there′s no escapin'
You better get ready for the war
You better get ready for the war
Writer(s): Anthony D. Wheaton, Alvin Joiner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
