Lakers (feat. Ab-Soul, Polyester the Saint)

**** fuck it, seven-seven Cutlass

I move my ass to Cali with my Indiana bucket

I need to slap a wet one on the frame, a little rusty

They call my shit a scraper in the Bay, the bitches love it

And I'm choking on some Cali good

Been wanting to cruise up Crenshaw

Since a little **** watching Boyz n the Hood

Since Ricky got killed copping that cornmeal

Before the palm trees, pussy and recording years

I was overdue for a visit

A Valley bitch with family in the Chi gave me the digits

The eight-one-eight, the sex was great

Perfect the art of fornication

Put a bitch out the car for a bar and your Cali conversation

All my hoes from way back want me to be chilling where they at

G I until I die, but, bitch, LA is where I lay at

My children gon' be raised at where they gon' place my grave at

Since Magic bought the team it brought new meaning to that LA hat

Shout out to the blocks, Inglewood, Compton, South Central to Watts

My home, my homes LA, I ride for you

When I am gone just know that I owe you

My home, my home LA, I ride for you

When I am gone just know that I owe you

I'm on my way to LAX from JFK, it's a great day

I mean I love New York, but of course

I live out there, so don't go there, you heard it before

Ironic, my uncle had the king of music on Crenshaw

'Cause now I'm the king of music to all y'all

California love, California dreaming

I seen lost angels, I even found demons

Where you learn to survive and keep your head high

Hit the weed clinic for sativa, get your head high

We ain't in Kanas City, but you'll find a TEC-9

And if that TEC jam, you better have a toast too

Fuck that, this what we gon' toast to

Everybody that ain't die before twenty-one like we was 'posed to

For the mail, I'm going postal

I heard the baddest females are Pacific coastal

If it means anything, I'm so LA my dad died on King, ****

My home, my homes LA, I ride for you

When I am gone just know that I owe you

My home, my home LA, I ride for you

When I am gone just know that I owe you

Yeah, went from a condo to sleeping on my **** couch

Popping sedatives, negatives in my bank account

Too much pride to let this pussy industry play me out

Repairing that broken dream, that's what LA about

Shout to Cali bud, my West Coast plug

Brother from another mother, he showed that West Coast love

Remember me and Killa Cam's was pulling them stickups, cuz

Bending blocks for my **** Box, smoking the whip up, Blood

Gots to keep it true when I maneuver

I got all kinds of homies Harlems, Avalons and Hoovers

My lil' homie from families, he keep a team of shooters

My sixty **** stay rolling, my eight tre **** moving

Been twenty years since the riots

LA **** keep it thorough, fuck keeping quiet

Bitch, it's on in this war zone where we reside

As I begin, let my sins wash away with the tide

Who the fuck I'm kidding, I done tried everything but dying

Flirt with other places, but this Cali bitch stay on my mind

My home, my homes LA, I ride for you

When I am gone just know that I owe you

My home, my home LA, I ride for you

When I am gone just know that I owe you