Welcome to La

This the home of the dodgers This the home of the lakers Shout out to the bay But this the real home of the raiders Welcome to LA Where the palm trees sway But don't you get it twisted When you come this way Whoooa - whoooa Whoooa oh oh oooh Whoooa oh oh oooh I rep it hard & I throw it up And they know about it The king 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 Compton whats poppin'? My muthafuckas in watts Don't know about yo city But my gees got it on lock Cops tryna raid the spot Looking for the scale & rock Asking who the fuck got 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 Inglewood, lynwood, maywood & bell gardens All my boys indicted Pray to god you beat them charges Yeah regardless LA is heartless We love to start shit A blunt we spark it Smokin' bomb no never that garbage And when I'm gone Put my soul to rest On this holy land coast Where the sun sets On my way to long beach To smoke some of that bomb weed Chill with some of my homies Don't you exit on that wrong street Cause they shoot to kill Yea they shoot to kill In the streets 4 deep In that coupe de ville Murder tape on that whole block Much love to norwalk Police - we don't talk 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 San fernando valley, cali County of LA Smokin' the dank Taken a sip from my drank Krypto 8-1-8 What's good hollywood? Party up til i throw up With my 27 junkie shirt I'm throwing up my hood In my woodclass beanie on Put my cd on Can't you see I'm blown bitch? Can't you see I'm blown bitch? In my lost angelz clothing brand Let me hold a gram In LA is where I'm posted at Don't think I forgot about east LA Eternal mob King king...