KXNG Crooked, Joell Ortiz - Welcome to Harbor City lyrics

News van parked on the block
Yellow tape, another body drop (O oh)
Dead nigga on the ground look
Like he was nappin'
I pray to god the babies didn't see it happen

Bitches is selling pussy
Niggas is dying-dying
Judges are Father Time, snitches are lying
We (We)
Did it all out here
Christopher Wallace and Calvin Broadus
We the big dogs out here (Woof, woof)
Welcome to Harbor City (Woof, woof)
Welcome to Harbor City, fool

The city of dreams
She corrupted a lot of men
For the simplest things
You can gеt caught up in
The wickedest schеmes
Ubiquitous screams victims are hollering
Lava and Icarus wings
That's what the block is hotter than
These niggas balling like they Solomon
Own an ottoman
Kick your feet up, got a problem
Then get you beat up and if you living slow
(Slow) , switch your speed up
And now you sniffing blow
(Blow) , this the re-up you see 'em
Hoes on the corner in a leather skirt
Selling pleasure
Put cheddar in a better purse
I can see the deep pain in the
Frequency and I know it mega hurts
Ask her what she do for a living, she say
"Whatever works" product of a pimpin' nation
You got money, people treat you like God
Walking on irrigation
I know somebody who dreams
Of changing his situation
Every day he walks by the
Same mansion for inspiration (Do it)
Yeah, he wanna make it to the other side
Just to put on some Louis
Slides and eat truffle fries
Let me summarize
The truth is under a ton of lies
Only get one
But niggas is living double lives
She say, "Dad why they working you silly?"
He's a drug dealer
His daughter think he work for the city
She's a young stripper
Her father think she work with the kiddies
At the day care, but nah she
Just working them titties, aw, man

Bitches is selling pussy
Niggas is dying-dying
Judges are Father Time, snitches are lying
We (We)
Did it all out here
Christopher Wallace and Calvin Broadus
We the big dogs out here (Woof, woof)
Welcome to Harbor City (Woof, woof)
Welcome to Harbor City, fool

If you tryna get ahead in the Harbor
You got to do some things
That you might not like (Woof)
It'll turn an honest man to a robber
Good girl, not quite, shorty 'bout that life

Everything come through here
It's going up at the pier
Coast Guard looking the other way
'cause payday
Can't put their kids through college
Or chip in that mortgage
So drugs hitting that scale
They found another way
That's what it's about here
Get your money and figure shit out
Switch up you routes, dip in and out
Find ways to get that sip in the drought
Check your surroundings when
You skippin' about
Make sure your hip's as big as your mouth
If you the type of nigga that shout
Some bitches running
Track some bitches hurdle
Fifth in their girdle
The curviest women pretending like they
Try to curve you
But, you convince them to hit that W
Woke up without your Presidential
Ain't nothing sweet
Guess you can chalk that up to incidentals
Skyscrapers, project lobbies, gang leaders
He banging stake with development
CEOs from Abu Dhabi one hops in a chopper
The other hops in a chop shop drop
With a chopper prolly in the trunk and
It gotta a lot of bodies
Breaking news is congruent to weather reports
Politics reign supreme and Lil
Raheem got wet up, of course
American flags, gang rags, stars and stripes
Clear skies and starry nights
This that Harbor life

News van parked on the block
Yellow tape, another body drop (O oh)
Dead nigga on the ground look
Like he was nappin'
I pray to god the babies didn't see it happen

Bitches is selling pussy
Niggas is dying-dying
Judges are Father Time, snitches are lying
We (We)
Did it all out here
Christopher Wallace and Calvin Broadus
We the big dogs out here (Woof, woof)
Welcome to Harbor City (Woof, woof)
Welcome to Harbor City, fool