Peter Kings - L.A. Confidential, pt. 2 (feat. Aydon) Lyrics

Yeah, uh
This the city of them angels
Where we seven miles from Hollywood tryna do our thang and just lay low
This the city of them angels
Where people ridin' 'round in a bucket but dream of dippin' that Range Rove
This the city of them angels
Where people gettin' shot on the block, go to heaven, pick up a halo
This the city of them angels
Where people out here livin' life like f*ck it 'bouta go and scoop me a J Lo
City of LA, got the city skyline in my face
I's born and raised but if you wasn't come and get a taste
I say my grace before I pick the food up off my plate
In case my fate come early and I start to levitate
City of LA, swervin' lanes on that 110
Dark blue whip lookin' like I'm Doc Hudson
Nice thick lips on a chick that I'm f*ckin'
I'm done, 'bouta go and drop her off at her husband's
City of LA, gettin' blunted while I work
Ima hustle til the day a hater put me on a shirt
Every day is startin' to blend together feelin' like a blur
But I'm ready for whatever, anything that could occur okay
City of LA, ain't too quiet 'bout where I stay
This that 323 spit, always got some shit to say
Gold and purple jerseys, west coast music got it on replay
LA Confidential the second you let it slip away you play yo' self
This the city of them angels
Where we seven miles from Hollywood tryna do our thang and just lay low
This the city of them angels
Where people ridin' 'round in a bucket but dream of dippin' that Range Rove
This the city of them angels
Where people gettin' shot on the block, go to heaven, pick up a halo
This the city of them angels
Where people out here livin' life like f*ck it 'bouta go and scoop me a J Lo
City of LA, different breed gotta represent
The Gs that walk among the streets where you hesitant
We never settle for less, gotta rep the set
On the hunt every morning I walk out the steps
Pray the Lord he keep a halo wrapped around my head
Cause people plottin' on the come up, want a playa dead
You play with faith and you ain't gettin' threatened
In the city of LA we'll take yo' life in a second
Ain't no joke in the barrio, shit's a different scenario
Run up flexin' that heat, make you practice some cardio
My boy leavin' you speechless, put you on mute with no audio
Now your family mournin' cause they had to say adios
Ain't no questioning evidence, it's not what you perceive
Get a glimpse and got you questioning your life as we speak
Get involved and it's evident you go against me
LA Confidential the second, Aydon and Peter Kings, hold up (hold up)
This the city of them angels
Where we seven miles from Hollywood tryna do our thang and just lay low
This the city of them angels
Where people ridin' 'round in a bucket but dream of dippin' that Range Rove
This the city of them angels
Where people gettin' shot on the block, go to heaven, pick up a halo
This the city of them angels
Where people out here livin' life like f*ck it 'bouta go and scoop me a J Lo
Man, stop actin' like muthaf*ckas do not do this shit in they sleep
We breathe this shit
We be this shit
We 323 this shit
Peter Kings, Aydon, Musicxavier
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