Lakers (feat. Ab-Soul, Polyester the Saint)
Freddie Gibbs"Lakers (feat. Ab-Soul, Polyester the Saint)" é uma música de Freddie Gibbs, 2014, Pop. A música tem 3:49 de duração, 119 lines / 637 words.
Letra
0:00Lakers - Freddie Gibbs/Ab-Soul/Polyester the Saint
0:24Ni**a f**k it 77 Cutlass
0:26I move my a** to Cali with
0:27My Indiana bucket
0:29I need to slap a wet one on
0:30The frame a little rusty
0:32They call my sh*t a scraper and
0:33The beta b**ches love it
0:34And I'm choking on some Cali good
0:36Been want to cruise on Crenshaw
0:38Since a little ni**a watching
0:39Boyz in the Hood
0:41Since Ricky got killed
0:42Copping that corn meal
0:43Before the palm trees
0:44P**sy and the recording years
0:46I was overdue for a visit
0:48A valley b**ch with family
0:49In the Chi gave me digits
0:50The 818 the sex was great
0:52Perfect the art of fornication
0:53Put a b**ch out the car for a bar
0:55Your Cali conversation
0:56All my hoes from way back want
0:58Me to be chilling where they at
0:59G I until I die but b**ch L A
1:00Is where I lay at
1:02My children gon' be raised at
1:03Where they gon' place my grave at
1:05Since Magic bought the team
1:06He brought new meaning to that L A hat
1:07Shout out to the blocks
1:09Inglewood Compton
1:10South Central to Watts
1:11My home my home L A
1:13I ride for you
1:16When I am gone just
1:18Know that I owe you
1:22My home my home L A
1:24I ride for you
1:27When I am gone just
1:30Know that I owe you
1:33I'm on my way to LAX from JFK
1:36It's a great day
1:38I mean I love New York
1:39But of course
1:41I live out there so don't go there
1:43You heard it before
1:44Ironic my uncle had the king
1:46Of music on Crenshaw
1:47Cause now I'm the king
1:49To music to all y'all
1:50California love California dreaming
1:53I've seen lost angels
1:54I even found demons
1:56Where you learn to survive
1:57And keep your head high
1:58Hit the w**d clinic 'fore
2:00Sativa get your head high
2:01We ain't in Kansas City
2:02But you'll find a TEC-9
2:04And if that tech jammed you
2:05Better have a toast too
2:07F**k that this what we gon' toast to
2:09Everybody that ain't die before
2:1021 like we was s'posed to
2:13For the mail I'm going postal
2:14I heard the baddest females on pacific coastal
2:16If it means anything I'm so L A
2:19My dad died on King ni**a
2:20My home my home L A I ride for you
2:26When I am gone just
2:28Know that I owe you
2:31My home my home L A
2:34I ride for you
2:37When I am gone just
2:39Know that I owe you
2:43Yeah went from a condo 'til
2:44Sleeping on my ni**a couch
2:46Popping sedatives
2:47Negatives in my bank account
2:49Too much pride to let this
2:50P**sy industry play me out
2:51Preparing that broken dream
2:53That's what L A about
2:54Shout to Cali Bud
2:55My Westcoast plug
2:57Brother from another mother
2:58He showed that Westcoast love
2:59Ni**a me and Killa Caz was
3:01Pulling them stick-ups cuz
3:02Bending blocks with my ni**a
3:03Box smoking the whip up Blood
3:05Gots to keep it true when I maneuver
3:07I got all kind of homies
3:08Harlems Avalons and Hoovers
3:10My little homie from Families
3:11He keep a team of shooters
3:12My 60 niggas stay Rolling
3:14My Eight Trey niggas moving
3:15Been 20 years since the riots
3:17L A ni**a keep it thorough
3:18F**k keeping quiet
3:20B**ch it's on in this war
3:21Zone where we reside
3:22As I begin let my sins wash
3:24Away with the tides
3:25Who the f**k I'm kidding
3:26I done tried everything but dying
3:28Flirting with other places
3:29But this Cali b**ch stay on my mind
3:30My home my home L A
3:33I ride for you
3:36When I am gone just
3:38Know that I owe you
3:41My home my home L A
3:44I ride for you
3:47When I am gone just
3:49Know that I owe you
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
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