[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Nigga, fuck it, 77 Cutlass
I move my ass to Cali with my Indiana bucket
I need to slap a wet one on the frame, a little rusty
They call my shit a scraper, in the Bay the bitches love it
And I'm choking on some Cali good
Been wanted to cruise on Crenshaw
Since a little nigga watching "Boyz n the Hood"
Since Ricky got killed, copping that corn meal
Before the palm trees, pussy and the recording deals
I was overdue for a visit (yeah, uh)
A valley bitch with family in the Chi gave me the digits
The 8-1-8, the sex was great, perfеct the art of fornication
Put a bitch out the car for a bar, your Cali conversation
All my hoеs from way back want me to be chilling where they at
G.I. until I die but bitch 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
And shout out to the blocks, Inglewood, Compton, South Central to Watts
[Chorus: Polyester The Saint & (Freddie Gibbs)]
My home, my home (that's where I stay at, nigga)
L.A. I ride for you (that's where I lay at, nigga)
When I am gone (that's where I stay at, nigga)
Just know that I owe you (that's where I lay at, nigga)
My home, my home (L.A.)
L.A., I ride for you (you know I ride for you)
When I am gone (for sure)
Just know that I owe you (uhh, uhh, yeah)
Nigga, fuck it, 77 Cutlass
I move my ass to Cali with my Indiana bucket
I need to slap a wet one on the frame, a little rusty
They call my shit a scraper, in the Bay the bitches love it
And I'm choking on some Cali good
Been wanted to cruise on Crenshaw
Since a little nigga watching "Boyz n the Hood"
Since Ricky got killed, copping that corn meal
Before the palm trees, pussy and the recording deals
I was overdue for a visit (yeah, uh)
A valley bitch with family in the Chi gave me the digits
The 8-1-8, the sex was great, perfеct the art of fornication
Put a bitch out the car for a bar, your Cali conversation
All my hoеs from way back want me to be chilling where they at
G.I. until I die but bitch 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
And shout out to the blocks, Inglewood, Compton, South Central to Watts
[Chorus: Polyester The Saint & (Freddie Gibbs)]
My home, my home (that's where I stay at, nigga)
L.A. I ride for you (that's where I lay at, nigga)
When I am gone (that's where I stay at, nigga)
Just know that I owe you (that's where I lay at, nigga)
My home, my home (L.A.)
L.A., I ride for you (you know I ride for you)
When I am gone (for sure)
Just know that I owe you (uhh, uhh, yeah)
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