Lakers Freddie Gibbs & Madlib (Ft. Ab-Soul & Polyester the Saint)

[Produced by Madlib]

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Hello, this is headquarters
For sure, Gangsta Gibbs, baby
Uhh, E-S to the G-N, yeah
L.A., shout out, hahahah, yeah

[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 years
I was overdue for a visit
A valley bitch with family in the Chi gave me the digits
The 8-1-8, the sex was great, perfect the art of fornication
Put a bitch 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 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