Crooked I - Welcome To My City lyrics

Uhh yeah
Naw I ain't tryin' to say that
You nigga's is dead and gone
But uhh a lot done change since
You put LBC on the map
You feel me?
I mean
Lil' nigga's is riding skateboards and
Roll up and blast you
You Know?
We done changed them Impalas for
Chargers and mothafuckin' 300C's
We done turned them Chuck Taylor's
Into Ice Creams and Vans
Niggas is gettin' money
We bosses now

This is how you get to Long
Beach if you never been
Take the 4-5 Freeway or the 7-10
A clever spot but you better
Put your weapons in
And legal search cops looking
For that evidence
Let me tell you bout the
City that I represents
You can find my footprints
Covered in every inch
My nigga's hold me down lovely
When I'm in a pinch
When shit's ugly in the trenches
We gettin' drenched
Long Beach we ain't fucking
With the shootin' range
Practice shootin' at each other
To improve our aim
I wish it wasn't but it is
I know who to blame
Them crooked feds gave us guns
And said "do ya thang"
And it never rains in California
Is what they say though
We made it snow in the
80's with all that yayo
Ask Pedro, he built a tunnel in Mexico
When you come out that bitch you in San Diego
Bring the work to the hood
And nigga's stunt hard
Spend a Harvard education, that's on one car
And you ain't even put no
Rims on it thus far
When you ride through my
Hood bring your ammunition
You in Long Beach nigga, read the vandalism
Where you and your big homie
Share the same mannerisms
In the school of hard
Knocks is teachin' scandlisms

All my nigga's if ya feel me
We gets busy over (LBC)
Sellin' purple on the corner (on the corner)
LBC I thought I told ya (I thought I told ya)
All my bitches if ya feel me
We gets busy over (LBC)
We get our dough like we supposed to
(like we supposed to)
Still keep it gangsta I thought I told ya
(I thought I told ya)

Long Beach bitches got a lot of swag in 'em
Lot of Dolce and Gabbana
A lot of Prada bag in 'em
We got some bad women
All I know is them jeans ain't nothin' but
Denim unless they got some ass in 'em
Girls pass by nigga's quick to try and spit
They don't give us action and
We start talking shit
Like keep the steppin' bitch
You can eat a dick
With them hitch hiker tittes
Look like they need a lift
Go buy some Clearasil
Why I gotta say you ugly when a mirror will?
Bitch busted as a stolen car steering wheel
Damn just a minute ago she had whip appeal
Uh! That's nigga's for ya
Now we gettin' drunk over
My home girls house
I'm posted like a slouch til'
I hearled on the couch
Aw hell to the naw
First thing out her mouth
"What the hell is that about"
Naw you nigga's gotta bounce
Don't let that nigga drive
Last thing she hollered out
Cause she care about her homies safety
That's without a doubt
Long Beach gangsta bitches in
The park fighting
Squares never know what kinda
Hoe they start liking
Give they heart to a bitch
That's ready to start diking
They catch her in bed with a
Chick stronger then Mike Tyson
Every body in the city's
Cheatin' on each other
At the Residents Inn nigga's
Skeetin' on the covers
White girls say they like
Creepin' with the brothers
But they fathers say don't let me
Catch you sleepin' with them others
That's Long Beach you got to love us
Ha ha haha mufuckas

All my nigga's if ya feel me
We gets busy over (LBC)
Sellin' purple on the corner (on the corner)
LBC I thought I told ya (I thought I told ya)
All my bitches if ya feel me
We gets busy over (LBC)
We get our dough like we supposed to
(like we supposed to)
Still keep it gangsta I thought I told ya
(I thought I told ya)