DJ Clue - Stuck In LA Lyrics

I can see the finish line coming up (yeah)
I done got used to the camera (uh)
No, I can't kick it with no amateur (uh)
Five hundred degrees for the temperature (sheesh)
Brand new bag, bet she turn into a freak
East African jungle, got some dirt on my sneaks
I just came out the huddle, took the team to game six (Cluemanatti)
Young niggas move mellow, but ain't never played Nicks

Pick up the (puck up the)
Pick up the pace, yeah, yeah (pace)
Just running the race, yeah, yeah (the race)
Just step out the, uh
Just step out the, ooh
Step out the way, ayy, yeah (the way)
Stay in your lane, stay in your, uh (your lane)
Cougar my lace, yeah, yeah (my lace)
I been walking my
I been moving by fate

Yeah
You know that it's case closed (it's closed)
They searching for new quotes
My model bitch dodging the rain, whoa

She stuck in L.A. too long (she stuck)
Yeah, stuck in L.A. too long, yeah
Stuck in that, finding your (stuck in L.A.)
Finding your way back home (stuck in your ways, yeah)
You stuck in your ways (baby)
Got me stuck in my way, yeah (baby)
Stuck, stuck (stuck in your)
Stuck in your way too long, ayy (stuck in your ways)
(Stuck in your) stuck in L.A.
Yeah, you trapped in L.A.
Yeah, yeah, finding your, uh

Bankroll Christopher Wallace
Make a killing in this bitch, is you ready to die?
Made man with the mafia, I move with the mob
Man, I been about my hands, but I ain't for Londo
Ooh, Benjamin Franklin keep it a hundo
Boy, I'm like a AR with a conundrum
I can turn your main bitch into a cum bucket
Money is long term but it's coming in lump sum
West African war baby, I'm at the top floor, baby
Outside she wholesome, but inside she my whore baby
Get on her knees, she a Christian Dior baby
Called on the Lord, put a box in the morgue, baby
Now rest in peace
Dead, I'm beheading the competition (competition)
Bitch, I go hard like economist
'Bout twenty vibes in the condo with us
She ride the dick in the continents

She stuck in L.A. too long (she stuck)
Yeah, stuck in L.A. too long, yeah
Stuck in that, finding your (stuck in L.A.)
Finding your way back home (stuck in your ways, yeah)
You stuck in your ways (baby)
Got me stuck in my way, yeah (baby)
Stuck, stuck (stuck in your)
Stuck in your way too long, ayy (stuck in your ways)
(Stuck in your) stuck in L.A.
Yeah, you trapped in L.A.
Yeah, yeah, finding your, uh

Find me in the Bay, L.A. Transplanted me
Dealing with the cards got hand to me
So much za that I'm finna start planting it (za)
Whole-ass arm and a leg on cannabis (yeah, uh, uh, uh)
I ain't even high as a fiend, I'm handling it
Too damn handsome
Niggas crack jokes and hope I'm not scamming them (hope)
Sending in the manager
Gotta talk to Sam and them
Invoice thick as the bitch in the camera (thick)
Rolling and scrambling, f*cked up the sanity
Insane, clouding my name up the vanity (up, up)
L-angeles guts, luck, no fans in it (no fans)
Now it's slammin', same hoes f*ck for a laminate (sheesh)
Begging me to ram it in, I ain't even playing in it
Bitches got problems with coke and abandonment
I got problems, it's dope, my hand in it
Made my bed in L.A. And I'm laying in it

She stuck in L.A. too long (stuck in L.A.)
Yeah, stuck in L.A. too long, yeah (stuck in L.A.)
Stuck in that, finding your (stuck in L.A.)
Finding your way back home (stuck in your ways, yeah)
You stuck in your ways (baby)
Got me stuck in my way, yeah (baby)
Stuck, stuck (stuck in your)
Stuck in your way too long, ayy (stuck in your ways)
(Stuck in your) stuck in L.A.
Yeah, you trapped in L.A.
Yeah, yeah, finding your, uh

I'ma just try, f*ck it
You can't change your mind
You're stuck in your ways

Just a little sip right now (right now)
You stuck in the crib
Look at what we did now, now
Might as well play some music
Some soul come to mind
Got some Marvin Gaye, Chardonnay, yeah
Shawty can't believe her eyes
She came late to the party, but
She don't even really wanna go home