La La La
Esham Lyrics


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We got wicked ways,
For your sunny days,
We got murder for your birthday parties
Yeah, we see diamonds fall,
Got our dicks topped off,
But we still can't wait to be dead bodies

So many snakes spittin' venom, speakin' my name in vein
Knowin' my claim to fame is this game I slang
Through the storm and rain, shotgun thunderin' pain
Tell me, am I to blame if I blow out your brains?
Give me one good reason I should not be squeezin'
On every bitch ass nigga like you cause it's bitch ass nigga like you siezin'
Im a real sick fella, big fella
You got a lotta lip for a nigga that ain't shit fella
Always been about my hustle, been about my money
It ain't all about rhyme and I ain't never act funny
But these bitch ass niggas in this game unreal
Quick to flip the fuckin' script for the mass appeal
But once they blood gets spilled, let's see how many feel
That they gotta die for anotha shady record deal
Who am I? The pretty boy, the city boy
The sniff a coke up off ya titty boy, the gritty boy
The never actin hostity boy
The hold it down with me boy
I seek and destroy
I get paid to employ you so I must employ
MCs enjoy my style but yet they still annoy me

La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, Laaaa
(Come on ya'll, come on)
La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, Laaaa

Fuck what you do, you so fake
Everything you do, everything you make
Still suicidal, how much can I take?
Pressure can bust a pipe but I will not break
Forget the type of shit where you can't relate
The world on my shoulda hold down the weight
Money hungry niggas out her will snatch ya plate
The greedy never care about if you ain't ate
Try gettin' out the game before it's too late
Or before The Wraith come and seal ya fate
Still knock knock knockin on Heaven'sGates
And you can't get in for sellin' cakes
For, for sellin' cakes
Or, or sniffin' flakes
For, for sellin' cakes
Or, or sniffin' flakes
For, for sellin' cakes
Or, or sniffin' flakes
For, for, for, for, for, for sellin' cakes

La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, Laaaa
La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, Laaaa

We got wicked ways,
For your sunny days,
We got murder for your birthday parties
Yeah, we see diamonds fall,
Got our dicks topped off,
But we still can't wait to be dead bodies

La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, Laaaa
La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, Laaaa

We got wicked ways,
For your sunny days,
We got murder for your birthday parties
Yeah, we see diamonds fall,
Got our dicks topped off,
But we still can't wait to be dead bodies

For, for sellin' cakes
Or, or sniffin' flakes
For, for sellin' cakes
Or, or sniffin' flakes
For, for sellin' cakes
Or, or sniffin' flakes
For, for, for, for, for, for sellin' cakes

La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, Laaaa
La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, Laaaa

We got wicked ways,
For your sunny days,
We got murder for your birthday parties
Yeah, we see diamonds fall,
Got our dicks topped off,
But we still can't wait to
be dead bodies

For, for sellin' cakes
Or, or sniffin' flakes
For, for sellin' cakes
Or, or sniffin' flakes
For, for sellin' cakes




Or, or sniffin' flakes
For, for, for, for, for, for sellin' cakes

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Esham's song La La La are intensely dark and graphic. The rapper talks about the wicked ways of his life where he sees diamonds fall but still awaits his death. He also expresses his anger towards those who speak his name in vain and pretend to be better than him by flipping the script for mass appeal. Esham boasts about his hustle, which is not just about rhyming but also about personal gain. He compares himself to those who are suicidal and fake, and talks about the pressure he faces every day, which could "bust a pipe" but he will not break.


Esham also warns about the game he is involved in, where money-hungry people will snatch away everything you have, and the greedy will never care about your needs. He urges people to get out of the game before it's too late, as it could lead to death or selling cakes, which could prevent entry into heaven. The chorus is repeated several times, emphasizing the grim desires of Esham’s character that are too bizarre to be digestible by a normal mind.


Line by Line Meaning

We got wicked ways, For your sunny days,
We have unconventional methods for providing happiness in your life.


We got murder for your birthday parties Yeah, we see diamonds fall, Got our dicks topped off, But we still can't wait to be dead bodies
We use violence as a means to celebrate life and wealth. We also acknowledge our inevitable death, which gives us an odd sense of excitement.


So many snakes spittin' venom, speakin' my name in vein Knowin' my claim to fame is this game I slang
There are many people spreading false and negative rumors about me, despite the fact that my success is due to my music career.


Through the storm and rain, shotgun thunderin' pain Tell me, am I to blame if I blow out your brains?
Despite the chaos and violence I have experienced, I will not take responsibility for someone else's actions towards me.


Give me one good reason I should not be squeezin' On every bitch ass nigga like you cause it's bitch ass nigga like you siezin'
I have no reason not to retaliate against those who try to harm me or my reputation in the music industry.


Im a real sick fella, big fella You got a lotta lip for a nigga that ain't shit fella
I am a tough and serious person, and I do not take insults lightly from someone who has not achieved the same level of success as me.


Always been about my hustle, been about my money It ain't all about rhyme and I ain't never act funny
I have always prioritized working hard and making money over anything else, and I have never pretended to be someone that I am not.


But these bitch ass niggas in this game unreal Quick to flip the fuckin' script for the mass appeal
Many people in the music industry are fake and will change their image to cater to popular opinion for fame and success.


But once they blood gets spilled, let's see how many feel That they gotta die for anotha shady record deal
If someone gets hurt or killed as a result of their fake persona and actions, they will have to face the consequences of their choices even if it means losing their success in the music industry.


Who am I? The pretty boy, the city boy The sniff a coke up off ya titty boy, the gritty boy The never actin hostity boy The hold it down with me boy I seek and destroy I get paid to employ you so I must employ MCs enjoy my style but yet they still annoy me
I have various identities and characteristics as a musician. I have a reputation for both being fashionable and also engaging in drug use and violence. Despite my ability to create successful music and promote other artists, I still find the industry and other musicians frustrating.


La, La, La, La, La, La La, La, La, La, La, La, La La, La, La, La, La, La, La, Laaaa (Come on ya'll, come on)
I am using these lines as a sort of battle cry or calls to action for others in the music industry.


Fuck what you do, you so fake Everything you do, everything you make Still suicidal, how much can I take? Pressure can bust a pipe but I will not break
I do not respect those who are insincere in their actions and accomplishments. However, despite the stresses and pressures I face, I am resolute and will not give up.


Forget the type of shit where you can't relate The world on my shoulda hold down the weight Money hungry niggas out her will snatch ya plate The greedy never care about if you ain't ate
I am tired of people who cannot understand or empathize with my experiences. The burdens of success are heavy, and there will always be people trying to take what I have earned even at the cost of others' well-being and livelihoods.


Try gettin' out the game before it's too late Or before The Wraith come and seal ya fate Still knock knock knockin on Heaven'sGates And you can't get in for sellin' cakes For, for sellin' cakes Or, or sniffin' flakes For, for, for, for, for, for sellin' cakes But we still can't wait to be dead bodies
I advise others to leave the music industry before it consumes them. Taking dangerous or unethical actions can lead to their downfall and eternal punishment. Yet despite all this, we still feel an excitement and desire to die.




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Comments from YouTube:

Ronald Shotbothsides

Track 🔥💯👍😎 haven't heard this since high school should down load full album here in 2020

Troy Shot both sides

Still jaming 🔥💯👍😷

It's Yours

Great song!🔥🔥🔥❤️❤️❤️

FLIN TOSE

Still banging this classic in 2019.

TheBC313

same!

The duh ScRIP Shunn

I demand an E and J album. Title it either, simply E & J or the Godfathers of the Wicket Shit !

The duh ScRIP Shunn

Looking back, Esham was the best thing the Hatchet has ever had right next to ABK :)

Tonya Hinrichs

You mean AMB? Lol sorry I just never liked ABK much.

Bayer Head

Putting Esham on the label was paying it forward for sure but come on, there's only one group that branched out on their own even a lot of people hate them now.

AlleyStar Growley

Not looooootuuuuuuuuus?

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