"L.A. Story Pt. 2 (Freestyle / Tagbangerlude)" lyrics
Tagbanger, hahaha!
Non-fiction, true story
It was one of the last day of schools, I was chillin'
The last day of a semester, I guess I hadn't had shit to do
I seen these fools from another crew, I was like: which offence to get into?
They said "come with us, we got in the lineup with blue ticket all the way"
Up the hill, I'm not gon' say the name of the school 'cause this shit is real
We got off the bus, saw some fools from another gang
They had some blue rags, it was all cool and everythang
They said they knew these fools I was with, it was trust
They said they wanted to come with us and kick up dust
We hopped the fence, got in, sat on they bench and
Ready to get down, but as soon as we go to sit down
Here come the 5-0, we hop and look around
We get over the fence, I fell on top of a car, left dents
Jumped up
Kickin' it across the street when this girl roll up, and tried to bang
We hit her up, she's like: "fuck yo' shitty ass gang", dang
That bitch was hella down
I didn't know what to do, so I gave these fools a pound
Said "let's get somethin' to eat"
They was like "cool", we walkin' up the street
Then he turned and just bumped on the homie, he didn't know me
I barely knew him, but he was standin', and had the chrome to his dome
Ready to bust through his skin, I was like: "nah, I can't leave this fool"
But then he turned around and said "motherfucker, why ain't you runnin', tryna play cool?"
I was like: "hell, nah, I'm not dyin' today"
I took a sprint, didn't know where I was at, somewhere around the way...
Now there was another time I was victim of a crime
In my own neighbourhood, I used to say "it's all good"
But it wasn't, that time I got caught slippin'
And I wasn't really on point, I was maybe off a joint or somethin'
I had toked on a bus
And now I was tryna loc' up on these fools that I didn't know
But I thought I did, and this kid hopped off his bike ready to attack me
Asked me where I was from
And didn't exactly specify, where he was from
So I hit him up, excuse me, I admit that was dumb
But then he took one to the jaw, I was like "aww, naw"
I never get my ass beat on my own block, this fool got mopped
But then he, with some fools, came out the thistle
Out the brown, out the woodworks, could these jerks stop stompin' me?
Stallin', beatin' me like I had some stolen property of theirs
I didn't care, I had a bald head, no hair
They came with the bike helmet, and domed me
I really wanted to go home and phone these fools that I knew
So I got up and ran for my life, then got home
And called my crew, they said "what you wanna do?"
We went back around the block, and we walked up
And then these fools started to chalk up and bitch up
They was like "oh, what's up?"
I didn't know you was down with such and such from such and such
I was like: "dude, I really don't give a fuck"
They said "please don't trip", went and picked up a stick
I was 'bout to jack them niggas, it was eight of them niggas
And it was three of us and no brick, we had no shit
And then we get over on them, it was a beatin'...
Non-fiction, true story
It was one of the last day of schools, I was chillin'
The last day of a semester, I guess I hadn't had shit to do
I seen these fools from another crew, I was like: which offence to get into?
They said "come with us, we got in the lineup with blue ticket all the way"
Up the hill, I'm not gon' say the name of the school 'cause this shit is real
We got off the bus, saw some fools from another gang
They had some blue rags, it was all cool and everythang
They said they knew these fools I was with, it was trust
They said they wanted to come with us and kick up dust
We hopped the fence, got in, sat on they bench and
Ready to get down, but as soon as we go to sit down
Here come the 5-0, we hop and look around
We get over the fence, I fell on top of a car, left dents
Jumped up
Kickin' it across the street when this girl roll up, and tried to bang
We hit her up, she's like: "fuck yo' shitty ass gang", dang
That bitch was hella down
I didn't know what to do, so I gave these fools a pound
Said "let's get somethin' to eat"
They was like "cool", we walkin' up the street
Then he turned and just bumped on the homie, he didn't know me
I barely knew him, but he was standin', and had the chrome to his dome
Ready to bust through his skin, I was like: "nah, I can't leave this fool"
But then he turned around and said "motherfucker, why ain't you runnin', tryna play cool?"
I was like: "hell, nah, I'm not dyin' today"
I took a sprint, didn't know where I was at, somewhere around the way...
Now there was another time I was victim of a crime
In my own neighbourhood, I used to say "it's all good"
But it wasn't, that time I got caught slippin'
And I wasn't really on point, I was maybe off a joint or somethin'
I had toked on a bus
And now I was tryna loc' up on these fools that I didn't know
But I thought I did, and this kid hopped off his bike ready to attack me
Asked me where I was from
And didn't exactly specify, where he was from
So I hit him up, excuse me, I admit that was dumb
But then he took one to the jaw, I was like "aww, naw"
I never get my ass beat on my own block, this fool got mopped
But then he, with some fools, came out the thistle
Out the brown, out the woodworks, could these jerks stop stompin' me?
Stallin', beatin' me like I had some stolen property of theirs
I didn't care, I had a bald head, no hair
They came with the bike helmet, and domed me
I really wanted to go home and phone these fools that I knew
So I got up and ran for my life, then got home
And called my crew, they said "what you wanna do?"
We went back around the block, and we walked up
And then these fools started to chalk up and bitch up
They was like "oh, what's up?"
I didn't know you was down with such and such from such and such
I was like: "dude, I really don't give a fuck"
They said "please don't trip", went and picked up a stick
I was 'bout to jack them niggas, it was eight of them niggas
And it was three of us and no brick, we had no shit
And then we get over on them, it was a beatin'...
