"L.A. Times" lyrics

When them niggas start shooting, that's 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 recipe is legendary
I put niggas careers to end early like February
Then I come back marching
Hit you with April showers, them shots
Kill niggas like abortions
'Cause nobody care about a nigga that ain't there
They'll miss you 'til they kiss you, then you going in the ground
When maggots eating your tissue
Similar to the way the shit do
These are Los Angeles Times, nigga get your issue

See the things you do
Set my heart of love
And I want you to know
It reminds me, yeah yeah ooh hoo
Of L.A. Times

Fuck ya'll
Pull up on 'em 20 inch wherever's get my block
Get to watching 'cause every time I hit my block
They think I'm flossing
Caravan make my block look like an auction
'Cause my block is my blocks, misfortune
5 hundred on the scale you can weigh it
It ain't hard enough throw on stove
And saute it
Mix it in, stir it up, break it down, rock it up
Look at this shit
Its architecture how I chop it up
A lot fiends on my block but it's not enough
Champagne pouring when Cris' style bottles bust
For the millionaires and billionaires, money to the ceiling here
Patron got you gon' throw a pill in there
I been through a lot of shit and I'm still here
Even fuck Magic Johnson bitch and I'm still here
Shit I'm legend no will here
But if you kill my dog, I put you in the wheel chair

See the things you do
Set my heart of love
And I want you to know
It reminds me, yeah yeah ooh hoo
Of L.A. Times
Since ya'll haters
Always hating
You go on hating on me
You know them haters
Always hating
Why ya'll hating on me?

Niggas know I sell my rocks every morning
7 o'clock me and my rocks was out the door then
Growing 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 the 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 (classifieds)
I went got paid on you niggas (sports)
I'm balling, MJ on you niggas
I'mma start dropping shit every day on you niggas (Los Angeles Times)
Front page on you niggas

See the things you do
Set my heart of love
And I want you to know
It reminds me, yeah yeah ooh hoo
Of L.A. Times