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la - brahman lyrics

i got me a pound a day
on the street, crack the beer, and i pound it, ay
i’m bumping my tunes, yeah i pound to a
but the cops don’t like how it sounded, ay
them punk motherf*ckers get whacked
with a 5, or a 9, or a baseball bat
to the hat
where you at man, we can thump it out
over by the trashcans, i’ma dump you out
’cause la to me and many others
my sisters and my brothers
is a place that i can smoke my weed and live away from others
i’m chilling down at sunset, i’m loitering
if she can’t by a half, by a quarter then
down by the border and cruise
with the boys outta north cal
and we lighting up for more mouths
then you ever seen witcha’ eyes
in my teens, but i’m mean and i’m wise
i been riding on the coast
with the brothers outta north cal
and they lighting up for more mouths
then i’ve ever seen wit my eye
palm tree and the seed on my right
yuh, ay, ay, yuh, uh
(got me a pound a day)
(on the street, crack the beer, and i pound it, ay)
(i’m bumping my tunes, yeah i pound to a)
(but the cops don’t like how it sounded, ay)
(d*mn..)
i’m so much more than a body
i’m so much more than a body and name
the city of angels, they call me
the city of demons are calling my name
late nights with the gun c*cked
late nights on this long block, posted
late nights, hear the wrong talk
late nights hear a gun pop
roasting of the soul
i’m walking on my own
to liquor store, sticking more stickers on the poles
i’m a business man, what i come here for
i’ma risk it man, what i run that dough
yeah i run that, bro
i wanna flood in my wrists
my seed be flooding yo b*tch
i’m out here f*cking her quick
i’m out here tryna get by
i’m out here tryna get rich
i’m out here tryna get high
i’m out here tryna get high
i’m out here tryna get high
might have to go, door to door to door
to get ’em all to come, out to my show
to come out to my show
in la, that’s the way it go
bro, you gotta get up, or else you’re slow, oh
slow poke, so broke
listening to tone loc
on a weekday, but now my week pays
and i, gotta make rent
but what i make spent
on the sh*t here
on all the sh*t here, so
this old life
this old strife
this old life
this old life is one i can’t live
i’m over life, all you n*ggas better wear a bib ’cause you baby and
yo mama prolly feeding you still, yo mama prolly feeding you meals
prolly feed you her milk, you prolly still on the tit
you n*ggas ain’t wit the sh*t
you n*ggas ain’t fl!ck the bih’
*what i’m doing, you ain’t
ending

- brahman lyrics

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