L.A.X. lyrics

(Common)
I spent my day so
First I pray yo, then I lay low, looking for the halo
Or more yayo, my lil' angel, reminded me to stay playful
Faithful walks I take in the woods
Thinkin' whats good, things that I can't change I should
Things I can't, need to be understood
Th-this is the bliss, I used to drift from the hood
For a second at least, I'm resurrectin' the peace

Verse 1
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Yeah....Comin' fresh out that Pyrex pot,
black Air Force 2's and the White Sox...
fitted on my forehead, try me, go head.
I'll bring out the polka dots, put Guame on your forehead.
Yeah, it's the new king of everything,
and bitches don't say no to me, I'm like a wedding ring.
Maybe it's how I pour that Patron,
maybe it's how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne.

Keyshia Cole
See, ever since the day I got the chance to make a change
Ive been in this game, its a new day
And Im making it known cause I just want the world to know
Im paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know
Im payin homage cause youve paved the way for me, yeah

The Game
I swear to God, it feel like every day is my birthday

Put you're lighters up if you want to

Pull you're muthafuckin dodger caps over you're muthafuckin eyes
Till you can't see shit
I want you to go blind nigga
So you can feel how I felt when I was in that muthafuckin coma

[Chorus]
Raised in the city of angels
Where safe and danger switch lanes
So strenger drive slow (drive slow)
Where beggers and gangstas
Fast women and dank are

[Sample from Memoirs of the Traveler" by The Jaggerz]

[The Game]
Second floor my hotel im rollin up bout to blaze
And zone out to this Frankie Beverly and Mayes
As our days about to pass and them days in the past
He set my mind free so my mind free at last
So much that I dont even drink from a f**kin glass
Id rather find the first fountain I can and do it fast

Money... For the Money [x2]

[Verse 1:]
Kanye told me that Jesus walks in '

Punk ass mothafucka, get your ass up
What chu was goin do? kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie! shut the fuck up! fucking dogs barking and shit

Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!

Fuck You Nigga!

And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
They say "You ain't grindin' til you die
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way through the day
A life For the night

California ain't a state it's a army!

(Verse 1)
One motherfucka n the projects killin'
The same motherfucker that would burn down the village
Where the chronic blunt full of that
You know, who gon' take you back to Compton In that 64 two door
Sub woofers in the trunk kickin' that lethal injection
A hood nigga lost with no direction
so he bought a black smith & wesson