King Lil G - Welcome To LA lyrics

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King Lil G - Welcome To LA lyrics

This the home of the Dodgers, this the home of the Lakers, shout out to the Baber this the real home of the riders. Welcome to LA where the palm trees sway, but don't you get it twisted when you come his way. Ohh ohh, oh oh ohhh, oh oh ohhh. 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 bumpin, my mother f*ckers ain't wax, don't know about your city but my G's got it on luck, cops tryin to rate this spot, looking for the skell and glock asking me who the f** 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, sponsored links 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! Hook: This the home of the Dodgers, this the home of the Lakers, shout out to the Baber this the real home of the riders. Welcome to LA where the palm trees sway, but don't you get it twisted when you come his way. Ohh ohh, oh oh ohhh, oh oh ohhh. All my way to long beat, just smoke some of that balm weed chill with some of my homies, don't you exit in that long street 'cause they shoot to k**, get it shoot to k**, in the street 4 zip and I coop the ville, murder tape on that whole block much love to.., 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 switchin no forty ..on my own feet, ..the valley cali county on LA, 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 cla** 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. [Hook:]

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