Correction Lyrics L.A. Times by REASON

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Yawns... What time is it

Look, I'm on my way to the Crenshaw mall meet with the homies
5 o'clock on a Saturday evening I'm on my lonely
Text me when you get to your destination my brother told me
Let me hold 10 reaching inside of his members only
I left the crib Marlton and King is where I stood at
I ain't tryna dance with the devil watch where my foot at
I'm just trying to kick it and chill know where I'm good at
And hit the Magic Johnson theatre and bag a hoodrat
A few from Crenshaw Westchester a couple redbones
One false move you in a redzone
Ain't no love in the heart of the city is in my headphones
Didn't think I'd into trouble but was I dead wrong
I'm at the food court see n***as tryna approach
Walking right in my direction now my back against the ropes
And they start to scope I look away not to provoke
I can see this going downhill fast I'm on a slope
They like 5 deep one of them n***as I went to school with
All I'm thinking is damn I'm finna end up on a news clip
I reached for my phone to text the homies but I refrain
They asked where you from hold up record scratch freeze frame
Never banged a day in my life what should I do?
Not to mention they look angry as hell my point of view
I see an opening on the left or should I break right
Stand ground and take the whooping or should I take flight
The one I recognize wore a hardwood classic
His sisters at the two twelve every week she ratchet
Me and his cousin had Mrs. Quinn and Mrs. Baccus
That was my n***a taught me how to finger roll in practice
Should I say I know his cousin or end up pleading the fifth
It ain't really looking too good as I'm reading his lips
Damn where the f**k the homies righ now I need an assist
Thinking if I got put on I wouldn't be in this sh*t

One, two, three, four, five
Will I leave here dead or alive
Five, four, three, two, one
Back to the wall run young n***a run

What it is loc, who you came with?
Where your fam from? What's your language?
Oh you from 57th, we on the same sh*t
Who your peoples n***a? Who they name is?

You know you really shouldn't be strolling through spots that you not supposed to
I know who you is my n***a 'cause I'm supposed to
We should take this walk before you hop in that ride
You come in here with no weapon that sh*t could be suicide
Grab your sh*t we headed up to Crenshaw n***a put your rag on
I got my flag on a n***a tripping today it's gon be his last one
'Cause I just lost two big homies talk to my other n***as but they can't do sh*t for me our minds different
And mines trippin' I take off you think LeBron lifting
I'm off a xan and a 5th n***a my mind trippin'
I press a n***a like a collar sh*t
I'm out for revenge plus amends I put a dollar first
It's 'bout five we can smoke till it's darker
I hope n***as walk in the wrong neighborhood 'cause we often
Get caught up into some sh*t that I never would've been apart of
From the other side so I chose my flag for protection how my brother ride
This sh*t genetics n***a
We at the food court like where you headed n***a
Think you know somebody they ain't with us n***a
Why nervous cuzz? Why you twitching n***a? Freeze frame
Truth be told I'm scared sometimes bothered and protected
Chose this life out of tradition have no choice I have no ethics
Put my pride above it all I put my flag above of that
I can't go back to the hood If I don't press I double back
(I double back)
Like what's popping whats the deal n***a where your partners
Why you looking like you 'bout to make a run that ain't no option
We should go and take this walk before you hop in that ride
You come in here with no weapon that sh*t could be suicide

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