welcome to la
Singer:king lil g
this the home of the dodgers
this the home of the lakers
but this the real home of the raiders
where the palm trees sway
but don't you get it twisted
i rep it hard & i throw it up
the city they standing behind me
like when kobe bryant first got that ring
i mean that 3-1-0 wilmington
bout to get my body tatted
slowly blinking smoking blunts
inked up by my homegirl galie
but my gees got it on lock
looking for the scale & rock
baking soda in that pot huh?
south gate my second home
wicho can't believe you gone
i'm at that kokopelli shop
taking hits from the bong
pray to god you beat them charges
yeah regardless la is heartless
smokin' bomb no never that garbage
to smoke some of that bomb weed
chill with some of my homies
don't you exit on that wrong street
murder tape on that whole block
we mob up & it don't stop
highland park that northeast
where them soldiers don't sleep
on the curb with a grape swish
and a forty oz. of that o.e
taken a sip from my drank
in my woodclass beanie on
can't you see i'm blown bitch?
can't you see i'm blown bitch?
in my lost angelz clothing brand
in la is where i'm posted at
don't think i forgot about east la