Land of the LA

[tqfan]

okay, i dunno if anyone else has attempted this and never posted, but i thought i'd post what i got so far

I live my life up in the fast lane
Moving too fast
I got my foot up on the gas
And you know I might crash
Like in the dice game
Stuck up on that last buck
So before I let it roll
I better hold up
Cos if I don't hit my sh!t gon fold up
And it's back to the block
With robberies and hold ups
So I'ma pay ??Leroy??

Call a cop's bluff
Nigga ?? ??
Cos the streets ain't got no love for us
We done caught court cases
In mysterious places
Ain't no love ?? faces
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I'm like a di?k without his muzzle
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Momma swear it ain't me
It's the world that's wrong
Lil dude gone
So I'ma push on and stay strong
I got good intentions, bad feelings
Feeling no hope
I'm in the ghetto ? ? ?
And it's hurting my throat

We gon bring it to the killer beast
Like fu?k this war on the street
Starving niggas gotta eat
So never say a word til you been to the corner
And spend your cold nights and hot days in California
Where the good and the young die
But we all try
Can't take this cruel world sober
So we stay high
And it's do or die
Up in the Land of the LA LA

TQ
La la la la, la la la
La la la la, la la la
La la la la, la la la
La la la la, la la la
La la laa

Half y'all niggas wanna sort me out
While the other half of y'all keep my name in they mouth
You all know that I'm hot now
Plus I'm ?
Everything that i roll
Chop the top down
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? ? got me scared to touch something
Cos you know I spit these flames with no aim
Cos I hold it down with a four pound
Y'all don't really want me to ? ? ?
And let loose
? ? breath on you
Catch us with the lights out
With they knifes out

Dressed in all black with his wrist blinging
Like fu?k y'all f@ggots
As we jump another tax bracket

We gon bring it to the killer beast
Like fu?k this war on the street
Starving niggas gotta eat
So never say a word til you been to the corner
And spend your cold nights and hot days in California
Where the good and the young die
But we all try
Can't take this cruel world sober
So we stay high
And it's do or die
Up in the Land of the LA LA

TQ
La la la la, la la la
La la la la, la la la
La la la la, la la la
La la la la, la la la
La la laa

At times all I feel is sorrow
Face reality
When my pockets hollow
Make me wish
My time was ?
Like fu?k tomorrow what's the use
I'm living proof
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I lost you
So it's natural
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With my trigger finger, itching
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They got me blasting ??
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I run up on your house
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But worse I'll make your mom's curse
Like she on the wrong road
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You can't adapt to them
Cock back and rip through them
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We gon bring it to the killer beast
Like fu?k this war on the street
Starving niggas gotta eat
So never say a word til you been to the corner
And spend your cold nights and hot days in California
Where the good and the young die
But we all try
Can't take this cruel world sober
So we stay high
And it's do or die
Up in the Land of the LA LA

TQ
La la la la, la la la
La la la la, la la la
La la la la, la la la
La la la la, la la la

TQ
La la la la, la la la
La la la la, la la la
La la la la, la la la
La la la la, la la la
La la laa

as you can see, loads of ? ? ? ?

so, go on, fill in the blanks