MC Eiht, Freddie Gibbs, Kokane - Welcome to Los Santos lyrics

Break a solenoid on this one yeah, nigga
Welcome to Los Santos gyeah

Where it's easy to catch a case
One times patrol with a pic of ya face
Fo' deep in the Lac, that's jack mode
Unaware of the set-neutral dress code
Drive-bys tryna pull grand theft
Bandanas on the antennas, neighborhood deaf
Rats fucking niggas for ends, bitch please
Easily friends turn into enemies
Tryna check a couple dollars
But it ain't long
Jealousy in shots if the weight wrong
Stay strong, die well
Growing up in the hood's no fairytale
It's Mad City and can't y'all tell
Welcome to the city where it's dead or jail
Steady eating good, we pull licks
Staying deep like OGs in jail pics

Gyeah, welcome to the land (Hey)
Welcome to the land (Hey)
Welcome to the land (Hey)
Straps, a couple birds in ya hand gyeah

Welcome to Los Santos (Fly bitches)
Welcome to Los Santos (Get riches)
Welcome to Los Santos (That trippin')
Welcome to Los Santos (Niggas be deepin')

Yea, where it's easy to get some weight
Hop in the stolen whip and I'll
Take you straight to the place
That grand theft and robbery mask
Draped on my face
A cold bastard, closed casket seal my fate
For this almighty dollar dollar
When we're doing what we do you
Know we do it proper
And all these doctors and
Psychiatrists can't save me, i'm crazy
Everyday these Los Santos streets gon' pay me
It feel good don't it?
Kush smoke and west coastin'
On every hood corner
I drop the top at the beach
Heard it's fun in paradise
Yo that's the word on the street
Don't let these palm trees and bitches
Get you swept off yo feet
I'm staying blazed in these sun rays
Evil seeds getting paid, cradle to the grave
You can try it if you want
It ain't a thing sweet
The weather's fine but it's
Cold on these cold
On these rough ass streets of Los Santos

Dear Los Santos, dear Los Santos
(Welcome to the land, yeah
Welcome to the land)
Banging, ranging, hustlin', let me ride
(Uh! Put a bird in ya hand, uh
Welcome to Los Santos)
Dear Los Santos, dear Los Santos
Banging, ranging, hustlin', let me ride

Ah, Los Santos you got it done

Da dam dam dam dam, da dam dam dam dam (Oh)
Da dam dam dam dam, da dam dam dam dam
Don't get fooled by the palm trees
Fly ass bitches and bomb ass weed
It's real over here on these cold streets
Triple OGs stay about that cheese
Los Santos, oh oh oh we be doing the most
Ow!

Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow, ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow oh yeah, Los Santos
Dear Los Santos, dear Los Santos
Banging, ranging, hustlin', let me ride