Blu, Secret Service Agents - The LA lyrics

It'd be absurd for you to think
You could serve like me
The big BL, nobody blew that herb like me
Straight out of CA
Nobody know the curb like me
The curse might be
The gifts when you birth like g's
The first mic king
That CA seen since Mac Dre
Had tapes, servicing niggas that had papes
Had the jakes on my place, 3 days
Had to shake
Threw the luggage at my brother
That's how you catch a case
Muthafuckas need to 1-8-7 a deep cover
Just to be discovered
I shot the sheriff no shutter
Close your blinds while I open mine
And let that California shine make
A ho go blind before she blow yo' mind

Waking up in my city a lot of angles
Not an angel here to guide me
Living lost in these streets
Wouldn't advise you to come and find me
Ain't shit shiny
If anything is someone as grimy
Wonder how I see it everyday and
Still put it behind me
Stronger, top of the block
Still walking through the bottom
Problems we got'em, funny
Just wouldn't be the same without'em
It's the balance
Can't challenge what it was already written
Is some truth, some proof
But the majority sit in my Caddy, Krysten
Crystal quiet
Still hear them snakes, system
Politic and they starting riots
My science sparks the ignition fire, burn

California coast line outline my poetry
Declare my dedication to my street hop openly
Potent throw-etry
(floetry?) confidently confident
Smacking the incompetent with
Dominant doctrine devastating documents
Documented in confidence
Manifested swag since I first
Started rocking shit
Hide from behind the trees in fatigue flow
Super back south central mental with my dome
West coast Destro, GX, baby, like Jethro
Back then to lately
They say crazy how we wreck the flow
Men in black? Double 0
Agent pounding pavements
West is yet to come
Going HAM on imitators like that