L.A. Times

Pourin', pourin', pourin'

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 (hi boy)

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 goin' 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

(Fuck ya'll) of L.A Times

Pull up on 'em 20 inches 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 sautée 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 criss style bottles bust

For the millionaires and billionaires, money to the celing here

Patron got you gone 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 hatin'

You go on hatin' on me

You know them haters, always hatin'

Why ya'll hatin' on me?

Niggas know I sell my rocks every morning

7 o'clock me and my rocks was out the door then

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 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 ballin', MJ on you niggas

I'ma start droppin' 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