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• Artiste: DJ Quik
• Titre: The Maze
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[Verse 1] Bloods kill blood, Crips kill crips Mexicanos kills bloods, everybody trips The weed ain't workin, so we all take sips Road rage, 9 millis, 7 in the clip L.A., L.A. where have you gone It used to be a time when we had it full grown Now it's, more killin'm, like its no more chillin' Worried ex-dope dealers, paranoid villians Pissed off nigga shoots the shit out of a kid Gunnin' at the cops 'til they open up his fuckin' lid We ride or die til we really fuckin' die You know hes goin', you can see it his eyes So, drink a forty when you hoped he could be saved but Tomorrow party with a hole up in his braids what? Ain't no love up in the city It's only hatin' faces You should appologize That way you won't catch cases [Chorus] [Verse 2] Now, if you kill a rapper you'll never get caught Yes, I am a rapper and I always fought I fought for what was right Now I gotta bitches and niggaz hatin' me because I'm outta sight And I taste just like castor oil to you But I'm not a bitter person, pass the rolls to you Hit the blunt, it'll pass the spoils to you Wake your brain up, that's what is spose to do Now, Black Tone keep me off with spruce blonde I'm a send chicken coup over there Cause Barbara Bird got 2 blocks I ain't studyin' you dumbies cause I got 2Pac bangin' off in my cassette deck, I'm a shut up Gangstas die faster than teachers And I can see the whole game from under the bleachers Guess a whole lot of mad rappers walkin' around Los Angeles But, I ain't one of 'em. I'm just a son of one of 'em [Chorus]