Welcome to La (Explicit)

Welcome to La - King Lil G

This the home of the dodgers

This the home of the lakers

Shout out to the baber

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 his way

Ohh ohh ohh ohh

I rap it hard and I throw it up

It mean know a body for the kings

This city extended behind me

I won't go get be riffers got that ring

I'm in that 310

One in tend to get my body tat us

Slowly blink and smoking blunts

Hinked up 'bout my uncle galy

Copped in was bumping

My mother f**kers ain't wax

Don't know about your city

But my g's got it on luck

Cops trying to rate this spot

Looking for the skell and glock

Asking me who the f**k got

Backing soda in that pot

Huh south deep my second home

We chock I believe you're gone

I'm at that coco cali shop

Taking hits from the bomb

Angel wood lean wood main wood

And all my boys and pray to

God you'll be them charges

Yeah regardless

LA it's heartless we love the starship

I blow we spark it

Smoking bomb no never that garbage

And when I'm gone put my soda rest

On this holy land coast

What a sunset

This the home of the dodgers

This the home of the lakers

Shout out to the baber

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 his way

Ohh ohh ohh ohh

All my way to long beat

Just smoke some of that balm **

Chill with some of my homies

Don't you exit in that long street

'Cause they shoot to kill

Get it shoot to kill

In the street 4 zip and I coop the ville

Murder tape on that whole block

Much love to no why police we don't top

In my bump we don't stop

Park in no fist with them soldiers don't sleep

On the curb with the great switching

Feet forty on the LA

Some county valley cali of own feet

Smoking the day taking this from my drink

Quit the A1A what's good Hollywood

Party until I grow up but my 27 jonkeys

Up without my hood

In my hood class be on put my CD on

Can't you see I'm blowing b***h

Can't you see I'm blowing b***h

And my lost angels call the brand

Let em hold the gram

And the leggins where I'm post to that

This the home of the dodgers

This the home of the lakers

Shout out to the baber

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 his way

Ohh ohh ohh ohh