So, I typed these lyrics out because this is a tight song and I coundn’t find the lyrics elsewhere.
Then, I found out that ohhla.com didn’t want them because they aren’t “official” enough.
So, enjoy the lyrics for “The Maze” by DJ Quik from the “The Trauma - Mixtape” and probably from “The Trauma” retail but fools are too blind to see.
Artist: DJ Quik
Album: The Trauma
Song: The Maze
Typed by: gabrielsond@gmail.com (www.vatoland.com)
Verse 1
Bloods kill blood, Crips kill crips
Mexicanos kills bloods, Everybody trips
The weed ain’t workin, So we all take sips
Road rage, 9 millis, 7 in the clip
L.A., L.A. where have you gone
It used to be a time when we had it full grown
Now its, more killin’ like its no more chillin’
Worry ex-dope dealers, paranoid villians
Pissed off nigga shoots the shit out of a kid,
gunnin’ at the cops til they open up his fuckin’ lid.
We ride or die til we really fuckin’ die
You know hes goin’, you can see it his eyes
So, drink a forty when you hoped he could be saved but
Tomorrow party with a hole up in his braids what?
Ain’t no love up in the city
It’s only hatin’ faces
You should appologize,
That way you won’t catch cases.
Chorus
Verse 2
Now, if you kill a rapper you’ll neva get caught
Yes, I am a rapper and I always fought
I fought for what was right
Now I gotta bitches and niggas hatin’ me because I’m outta sight
And I taste just like castor oil to you
But I’m not a bitter person, pass the rolls to you
Hit the blunt, it’ll pass the spoils to you
Wake yo brain up, that’s what is spose to do
Now, Black Tone keep me off with spruce blonde
I’m a send chicken coup ova there
Cuz Barbara Bird got 2 blocks
I ain’t studyin’ you dumbies cuz I got
2Pac bangin’ off in my cassette deck, I’m a shut up
Gangstas die faster than teachers
And I can see the whole game from under the bleachers
Guess a whole lot of mad rappers walkin’ around Los Angeles
But, I ain’t one of ‘em. I’m just a son of one of ‘em.
Chorus