[Verse 1]
I was shooting in the back of the car
When the windows smashed on the police cars
I was swimming through the streets of New York
With my cocaine dagger and throats to cut

[Chorus]
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making me high

[Verse 2]
She was a hooker at the age of sixteen
All she wanted was the money, she didn't need an I.D
She was a junkie, and I know it's cliche
But then so was her life, I mean, she lived in L.A

[Chorus]
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making her high

[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her high
And it was making her cry
(Riot in my skull
The demons are coming)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead
These drugs ain't working)
And it was making her cry
(Painted it all black
The chains are jerking)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead
The drugs ain't working)
And it was making her cry
(Riot in my skull
The demons are coming)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead
The drugs ain't working)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead
The drugs ain't working)
Los Angeles is dead
[Outro]
Riot in my skull
The demons are coming
LA is dead
These drugs ain't working
Painted it all black
The chains are jerking
LA is dead
The drugs ain't working
LA is dead
The drugs ain't working
LA is dead
The drugs ain't working
The drugs ain't working
The drugs ain't working
The drugs ain't working