Lakers

Ni**a f**k it 77 Cutlass

I move my a** to Cali with

My Indiana bucket

I need to slap a wet one on

The frame a little rusty

They call my sh*t a scraper and

The beta b**ches love it

And I'm choking on some Cali good

Been want to cruise on Crenshaw

Since a little ni**a watching

Boyz in the Hood

Since Ricky got killed

Copping that corn meal

Before the palm trees

P**sy and the recording years

I was overdue for a visit

A valley b**ch with family

In the Chi gave me digits

The 818 the sex was great

Perfect the art of fornication

Put a b**ch out the car for a bar

Your Cali conversation

All my hoes from way back want

Me to be chilling where they at

G I until I die but b**ch L A

Is where I lay at

My children gon' be raised at

Where they gon' place my grave at

Since Magic bought the team

He brought new meaning to that L A hat

Shout out to the blocks

Inglewood Compton

South Central to Watts

My home my home L A

I ride for you

When I am gone just

Know that I owe you

My home my home L A

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

To music to all y'all

California love California dreaming

I've seen lost angels

I even found demons

Where you learn to survive

And keep your head high

Hit the w**d clinic 'fore

Sativa get your head high

We ain't in Kansas City

But you'll find a TEC-9

And if that tech jammed you

Better have a toast too

F**k that this what we gon' toast to

Everybody that ain't die before

21 like we was s'posed to

For the mail I'm going postal

I heard the baddest females on pacific coastal

If it means anything I'm so L A

My dad died on King ni**a

My home my home L A I ride for you

When I am gone just

Know that I owe you

My home my home L A

I ride for you

When I am gone just

Know that I owe you

Yeah went from a condo 'til

Sleeping on my ni**a couch

Popping sedatives

Negatives in my bank account

Too much pride to let this

P**sy industry play me out

Preparing that broken dream

That's what L A about

Shout to Cali Bud

My Westcoast plug

Brother from another mother

He showed that Westcoast love

Ni**a me and Killa Caz was

Pulling them stick-ups cuz

Bending blocks with my ni**a

Box smoking the whip up Blood

Gots to keep it true when I maneuver

I got all kind of homies

Harlems Avalons and Hoovers

My little homie from Families

He keep a team of shooters

My 60 ni**as stay Rolling

My Eight Trey ni**as moving

Been 20 years since the riots

L A ni**a keep it thorough

F**k keeping quiet

B**ch it's on in this war

Zone where we reside

As I begin let my sins wash

Away with the tides

Who the f**k I'm kidding

I done tried everything but dying

Flirting with other places

But this Cali b**ch stay on my mind

My home my home L A

I ride for you

When I am gone just

Know that I owe you

My home my home L A

I ride for you

When I am gone just

Know that I owe you