Lost Angels (feat. The Game) - R-MEAN

Mother fucking game

My hood

My block

My city loves me

For the things I do

And there ain’t no way to stop me

They all seen where I’ve been

Already know where I’m from

But you can’t go if can’t follow in the footsteps of a lost angel

If you on top I’m 'bout to push you off B

I’m like a wobbly bridge over treacherous waters

Don’t cross me

I can give you my address

Even give you the cross street

You be usin' that mapquest

Still I bet you get lost B

It’s R-Mean homie

I don’t squash beef

I hold grudges

You cross me and Ima kill all you mothafuckas

Strictly spit the types of shit you feel

So they be like «Yo he ain’t Jewish but he is-Real»

My yamaka us my dodger fitted

Its a holocaust how the R will off these garbage soft rappers

No Hitlers

Came from humble beginnings

Now we humble contenders

With a flow that’s sharp enough to circumcise all of your infants

Yeah

Homie I’m rocky in that slaughterhouse

Cocky like your daughter’s mouth

Shawty’s 'bout the bottles that we poppin'

As we order rounds

Its goin' down

These bitches prove that

And I don’t eat her pussy

I get other chicks to do that

On my grind since '05

I had a cutless

But I ain’t have no drive

All I ever wanted to be was a street nigga

Dre put me in a freestyle battle to eat niggas

So I did

Now my kids in private school

And I’m on private jets

It ain’t a fuckin' thing I regret

There ain’t a fuckin' thing I respect

Except God

Drinkin' Ace of Spades

Pull every one of you niggas' cards

Fuck every one of your broads

No remorse

Take the condom off

Nut in that bitch

And let the sperm take its course

Dr. Evil

My attitude worse than Styles P

10 times worse than Beanie Sigel

I’m the sequel

Speak my name and Ima see you

You ain’t never seen a devil in a bullet proof regal

Clutchin 2 eagles like thick shoulder pads

I’m the west coast king

I know they mad

But fuck 'em…

So follow me

Heaven my destination

I’ll show you that we in-hell like the sess we blazin

I’m inspired like my lungs

Cemetery off 'em

These wack rappers

Robitussin couldn’t clear your coffin

Your cornea show that you corny

I carry California on me

You couldn’t

Your vertebrae will crack

Got you slippin' like a disc in a herniated back

Fuckin' with this lost angel

Homie I’m far from a saint though

So who stoppin' the big bodies

I’m coppin' the S class

You push little C’s like Junior Mafia

So grab your dicks if you love Hip Hop

And rub your mothafuckin' titties if you with me

This for my city

So if you new to this

Peep how we do this shit

The weak will get eat

Cause the streets full of Judases

The meek shall inherit

Game bodying the rest

Been grey but today the sun rises in the west