Freddie Gibbs, Ab-Soul, Polyester the Saint - Lakers lyrics

Nigga, fuck it, 77 Cutlass
I move my ass to Cali with my Indiana bucket
I need to slap a wet one on the frame
A little rusty
They call my shit a scraper in
The bay bitches love it
And I'm choking on some Cali good
Been want to cruise on Crenshaw
Since a little nigga watching Boyz
N in the Hood since Ricky got killed
Copping that corn meal
Before the palm trees
Pussy and the recording years
I was overdue for a visit
A valley bitch with family in the
Chi gave me the digit's
The 818, the sex was great
Perfect the art of fornication
Put a bitch out the car for a bar
Your Cali conversation
All my hoes from way back want me
To be chilling where they at gI until I die
But bitch LA 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 LA hat
Shout out to the blocks
Inglewood, Compton, South Central to Watts

My home, my home LA i ride for you
(That's where I stay at, nigga)
(That's where I lay at, nigga)
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 weed 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
Fuck 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 LA
My dad died on King, nigga

Yeah, went from a condo 'til
Sleeping on my nigga couch
Popping sedatives
Negatives in my bank account
Too much pride to let this
Pussy industry play me out
Repairing that broken dream
That’s what LA about
Shout to Cali Bud, my Westcoast plug
Brother from another mother
He showed that Westcoast love
Nigga, me and Killa Caz
Was pulling them stick-ups, cuz
Bending blocks with my nigga 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 niggas stay Rolling
My Eight Trey niggas moving
Been 20 years since the riots
LA nigga keep it thorough, fuck keeping quiet
Bitch it's on in this war
Zone where we reside as I begin let my sins
Wash away with the tides
Who the fuck I'm kidding? I
Done tried everything but dying
Flirting with other places
But this Cali bitch stay on my mind