Welcome To La Lyrics & Chords By King Lil G

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 fuck 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,
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!
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 kill, get it shoot to kill,
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 class be on, put my CD on,
can't you see I'm blowing bitch,
can't you see I'm blowing bitch.
And my lost angels call the brand, let em hold the gram
and the leggins where I'm post to that.