Текст песни 2Pac - To Live & Die in L.A.
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[Dominique] Street Science, you`re on the air *static*What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac`s new one? *static*[Man responds] I love Tupac`s new record *static*[Dominique]Right, but don`t you feel like that creates *static*a tension between East and West? *static*He`s talking about killing people *static*I had sex with your wife and not in those words *static*but he`s talking about I wanna see you deceased *static*Intro: MakaveliNo doubt... to live and die in LACalifornia -- what you say about Los AngelesStill the only place for me that never rains in the sunand everybody got loveVerse One: MakaveliTo live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pocketsUs niggaz hustle for the cash so it`s hard to knok itEverybody got they own thang, currency chasinWorldwide through the hard times, warrior facesShed tears as we bury niggaz close to heartWhat was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout itNigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin to floss on himBlind to a broken man`s dream, a hard lessonCourt cases keep me guessin, plea bargainain`t an option now, so I`m stressin, cost me moreto be free than a life in the penMakin money off of cuss words, writin againLearn how to think ahead, so I fight with my penLate night down Sunset likin the sceneWhat`s the worst they could do to a nigga got me lost in hellTo live and die in LA on bail, my angel singChorus: Val YoungTo live and die in LA, it`s the place to beYou`ve got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see(repeat 2X)Verse Two: MakaveliIt`s the, City of Angels and constant dangerSouth Central LA, can`t get no strangerFull of drama like a soap opera, on the curbWatchin the ghetto bird helicopters, I observeSo many niggaz gettin three strikes, tossed in jailI swear the pen the right across from hell, I can`t cryCause it`s on now, I`m just a nigga on his own nowLivin life Thug style, so I can`t smileWritin to my peoples when they ask for picturesThinkin Cali just fun and bitches, hahahaBetter learn about the dress code, B`s and C`sAll them other niggaz copycats, these is G`sI love Cali like I love womanCause every nigga in LA got a little bit of Thug in himWe might fight with each other, but I promise you thisWe`ll burn this bitch down, get us pissedTo live and die in LA(Let my angel sing)ChorusVerse Three: MakaveliCause would it be LA without Mexicans?Black love brown pride and the sets againPete Wilson tryin to see us all broke, I`m on some bullshitOut for everything they owe, remember K-DAYWeekends, Crenshaw -- MLKAutomatics rang free, niggaz lost they wayGang signs being showed, nigga love your hoodBut reconize and it`s all good, where the weed at?Niggaz gettin shermed outSnoop Dogg in this muhfucka perved out, M.O.B.Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turnDogg Pound in the Lex, wit a ounce to burnGot them Watts niggaz with me, OFTBThey got some hash took the stash left the rest for meNeckbone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy tooBig Rock got knocked, but this one`s for youI hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin it payGettin high watchin time fly, to live and die in LA(Let my angel sing)ChorusOutro: MakaveliThis go out for 92.3, and 106All the radio stations that be bumpin my shitMakin my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum, heheThis go out to all the magazines that supported meAll the real motherfuckersAll the stores, the mom and pop spotsA&R people, all y`all motherfuckersLA, California Love part motherfuckin TwoWithout gay ass Dre