Game – LA Times Lyrics
[Verse 1: Game]
When Them Niggas Start Shooting Thats when the shots get to pouring
You Only Got one Shot To Hit The Floor And
Just Take This One Shot as a Warning
Cause Tomorrow Could Be A Wake Like Good Morning
Back on the block like I never left, it's Friday
Hi Ms. Parker, I've been cooking, I'm a forever chef
And The? IS a Legendary
I Put Niggas Careers the End Early Like February
Then I come back Marching
Hit you with April Showers, them Shots
Kill Niggas Like Abortions
Cause No Body Care About The Nigga That Ain't There
Then Miss You until They Kiss You need You Going in The Ground
When Magots eating your tissue
Similar to the way the Shit Do
This Los Angeles Times Niggas Get Your Issue
[Hook:]
See Me What You Do?
And set My heart Of Love
Now I Want You To Know
And remind Me, yeah yeah Oh Ohh
Of L.A Time
[Verse 2: Game]
Fuck Ya'll
Pull up on Em 20 Inch wherever's and Get My Block
Get To Watching cause Avery time I Hit My Block
They Think I'm Flossing
Caravan makes My Block Look Like
Cause My Block Is My Blocks
5 huned On The Skills You Gone Waited
It ain't Hard Enough Throw On Stove
And Sold?
Mixed in, Started Up, break It Down, rock It Up
Looked This Shit
A lot films on my block but it's not enough
Champagne pourin when criss style Bottles bust
For a millionaires and billionaires, money to the ceilin here
Patron got you gone trough pull in the air
I been through a lot of shit and I'm still here
Even fuck Magic Jonson bitch need I'm still here
Shit I'm legend no Will here
But if you kill my dog I put You in the wheel chair
[Hook:]
See Me What You Do?
And set My heart Of Love
Now I Want You To Know
And remind Me, yeah yeah Oh Ohh
Of L.A Time
Such Your Haters
Always Hatin On
You Gone Hatin On me
You know Them Haters
Always Hatin
Why You Hatin? On Me
[Verse 3: Game]
Niggas know I sell my rocks every morning
7 o'clock me need my rocks was out the door and
Growin up in my projects was a project
But me need my project bitch got them pies flip
No patience so I had to ride sick
Ride dirty on the T.I., Tip
Three wheel motion always make the ride Tip
It's all eyes on me and my bitch
Even L.A cops was on my shit
Thank God that my rocks was on my bitch
Now it's time to flip the page on you niggas
I blew up like a grenade on you niggas
I went got paid on you niggas
I'm Ballin MJ on you niggas
I'm a start drop a shit every day on you niggas
Front page on you niggas
When Them Niggas Start Shooting Thats when the shots get to pouring
You Only Got one Shot To Hit The Floor And
Just Take This One Shot as a Warning
Cause Tomorrow Could Be A Wake Like Good Morning
Back on the block like I never left, it's Friday
Hi Ms. Parker, I've been cooking, I'm a forever chef
And The? IS a Legendary
I Put Niggas Careers the End Early Like February
Then I come back Marching
Hit you with April Showers, them Shots
Kill Niggas Like Abortions
Cause No Body Care About The Nigga That Ain't There
Then Miss You until They Kiss You need You Going in The Ground
When Magots eating your tissue
Similar to the way the Shit Do
This Los Angeles Times Niggas Get Your Issue
[Hook:]
See Me What You Do?
And set My heart Of Love
Now I Want You To Know
And remind Me, yeah yeah Oh Ohh
Of L.A Time
[Verse 2: Game]
Fuck Ya'll
Pull up on Em 20 Inch wherever's and Get My Block
Get To Watching cause Avery time I Hit My Block
They Think I'm Flossing
Caravan makes My Block Look Like
Cause My Block Is My Blocks
5 huned On The Skills You Gone Waited
It ain't Hard Enough Throw On Stove
And Sold?
Mixed in, Started Up, break It Down, rock It Up
Looked This Shit
A lot films on my block but it's not enough
Champagne pourin when criss style Bottles bust
For a millionaires and billionaires, money to the ceilin here
Patron got you gone trough pull in the air
I been through a lot of shit and I'm still here
Even fuck Magic Jonson bitch need I'm still here
Shit I'm legend no Will here
But if you kill my dog I put You in the wheel chair
[Hook:]
See Me What You Do?
And set My heart Of Love
Now I Want You To Know
And remind Me, yeah yeah Oh Ohh
Of L.A Time
Such Your Haters
Always Hatin On
You Gone Hatin On me
You know Them Haters
Always Hatin
Why You Hatin? On Me
[Verse 3: Game]
Niggas know I sell my rocks every morning
7 o'clock me need my rocks was out the door and
Growin up in my projects was a project
But me need my project bitch got them pies flip
No patience so I had to ride sick
Ride dirty on the T.I., Tip
Three wheel motion always make the ride Tip
It's all eyes on me and my bitch
Even L.A cops was on my shit
Thank God that my rocks was on my bitch
Now it's time to flip the page on you niggas
I blew up like a grenade on you niggas
I went got paid on you niggas
I'm Ballin MJ on you niggas
I'm a start drop a shit every day on you niggas
Front page on you niggas
