On the Run
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ayy
Look
I come from the land of the scandalous, yeah
I come from the land of bad habits, yeah
Gang signs, weed smoke, hit 'em up for fun
Back then they thought we wouldn't see twenty-one
Look like we ran past it in a automatic
We don't take chances, blowing any static
I made her do a trick, real acrobatic
Act innocent but she freak status
Yeah, OPM about to blow
And I'm rocking cut and sew, if she a ho then she a ho
I can't be crying 'bout that, I ain't lying 'bout that
This the scene in the movie where the mob strike back
We got black fedora hats and black and grey tats and
Shop on Fairfax and eat breakfast at Jacks, yeah
To me, it's the Westside over everything
I'm up at six in the morning like Ice-T
Counting cash, living fast
Ski mask, a hundred racks
Body bags, blue rags
Red rags, LA hats
I come from the land of the scandalous, yeah
I come from the land of bad habits, yeah
Gang signs, weed smoke, hit 'em up for fun
Back then they said we wouldn't see twenty-one
Yeah
Look how we made it official
New car every twelve months, I buy it with my residuals
I'm on La Brea at the light playing Spice 1
I bet on my niggas when we had nothing
Them Motorola pagers, now we major players
Been having meetings in skyscrapers
I'm 'bout paper, love, and great memories
And great sex, the set, I want a hundred G's
If it's good throw it up, light it, take a puff
Helicopter out, another nigga on the run
Driving home late night, got my eyes low
When I look to the right, I see five-O
Make this quick left, yeah it's time to go
It's weed in the trunk, they could get us both
Military Jordans, them my favorite pair
It hurt to see my homie in a wheelchair
Counting cash, living fast (Damn)
Ski mask, a hundred racks (Yeah)
Body bags, blue rags
Red rags, LA hats
There were, um, about a hundred and ninety-two injuries
Nine deaths that occurred last night
Um, there were ninety-one felony arrests
And a hundred and fifty misdemeanors
That was as of the last report the Chief received
There may be more by now
I think the first thing to do
We gave to you
The art can be very vigorous and active
In the enforcement of the law
Anybody out there that believes that
They can take advantage of this situation
And create havoc for the law-abiding people in this community
We wanna put you on notice, aha, we're gonna be out to arrest you
We intend to maintain control for the peace
And security of all of the citizens of this community
Yeah
Yeah
Ayy
Look
I come from the land of the scandalous, yeah
I come from the land of bad habits, yeah
Gang signs, weed smoke, hit 'em up for fun
Back then they thought we wouldn't see twenty-one
Look like we ran past it in a automatic
We don't take chances, blowing any static
I made her do a trick, real acrobatic
Act innocent but she freak status
Yeah, OPM about to blow
And I'm rocking cut and sew, if she a ho then she a ho
I can't be crying 'bout that, I ain't lying 'bout that
This the scene in the movie where the mob strike back
We got black fedora hats and black and grey tats and
Shop on Fairfax and eat breakfast at Jacks, yeah
To me, it's the Westside over everything
I'm up at six in the morning like Ice-T
Counting cash, living fast
Ski mask, a hundred racks
Body bags, blue rags
Red rags, LA hats
I come from the land of the scandalous, yeah
I come from the land of bad habits, yeah
Gang signs, weed smoke, hit 'em up for fun
Back then they said we wouldn't see twenty-one
Yeah
Look how we made it official
New car every twelve months, I buy it with my residuals
I'm on La Brea at the light playing Spice 1
I bet on my niggas when we had nothing
Them Motorola pagers, now we major players
Been having meetings in skyscrapers
I'm 'bout paper, love, and great memories
And great sex, the set, I want a hundred G's
If it's good throw it up, light it, take a puff
Helicopter out, another nigga on the run
Driving home late night, got my eyes low
When I look to the right, I see five-O
Make this quick left, yeah it's time to go
It's weed in the trunk, they could get us both
Military Jordans, them my favorite pair
It hurt to see my homie in a wheelchair
Counting cash, living fast (Damn)
Ski mask, a hundred racks (Yeah)
Body bags, blue rags
Red rags, LA hats
There were, um, about a hundred and ninety-two injuries
Nine deaths that occurred last night
Um, there were ninety-one felony arrests
And a hundred and fifty misdemeanors
That was as of the last report the Chief received
There may be more by now
I think the first thing to do
We gave to you
The art can be very vigorous and active
In the enforcement of the law
Anybody out there that believes that
They can take advantage of this situation
And create havoc for the law-abiding people in this community
We wanna put you on notice, aha, we're gonna be out to arrest you
We intend to maintain control for the peace
And security of all of the citizens of this community
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Writer(s): Charles Ouye Soman, Dominic R Hunn
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