Lakers (feat. Ab-Soul, Polyester the Saint)

Lakers - Freddie Gibbs/Ab-Soul/Polyester the Saint
Ni**a  f**k it  77 Cutlass
I move my a** to Cali with
My Indiana bucket
I need to slap a wet one on
The frame  a little rusty
They call my sh*t a scraper and
The beta b**ches love it
And I'm choking on some Cali good
Been want to cruise on Crenshaw
Since a little ni**a watching
Boyz in the Hood
Since Ricky got killed
Copping that corn meal
Before the palm trees
P**sy and the recording years
I was overdue for a visit
A valley b**ch with family
In the Chi gave me digits
The 818  the sex was great
Perfect the art of fornication
Put a b**ch out the car for a bar
Your Cali conversation
All my hoes from way back want
Me to be chilling where they at
G I  until I die  but b**ch L A
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 L A  hat
Shout out to the blocks
Inglewood  Compton
South Central to Watts
My home  my home L A
I ride for you
When I am gone just
Know that I owe you
My home  my home L A
I ride for you
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 w**d 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
F**k 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 L A
My dad died on King  ni**a
My home  my home L A  I ride for you
When I am gone just
Know that I owe you
My home  my home L A
I ride for you
When I am gone just
Know that I owe you
Yeah  went from a condo 'til
Sleeping on my ni**a couch
Popping sedatives
Negatives in my bank account
Too much pride to let this
P**sy industry play me out
Preparing that broken dream
That's what L A  about
Shout to Cali Bud
My Westcoast plug
Brother from another mother
He showed that Westcoast love
Ni**a  me and Killa Caz was
Pulling them stick-ups  cuz
Bending blocks with my ni**a
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
L A  ni**a keep it thorough
F**k keeping quiet
B**ch it's on in this war
Zone where we reside
As I begin let my sins wash
Away with the tides
Who the f**k I'm kidding
I done tried everything but dying
Flirting with other places
But this Cali b**ch stay on my mind
My home  my home L A
I ride for you
When I am gone just
Know that I owe you
My home  my home L A
I ride for you
When I am gone just
Know that I owe you