Welcome To LA (feat. Dina Rae)

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

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

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

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

Don't think I forgot about east la

Eternal mob

King king