Land of the Laced 100s

[Intro]
Cry two tears in a bucket...
Fuck it
Let's take it to the stage

[Verse 1]
(Mothafucka!)
Niggas still drinkin' Cristal
Still pourin' out OE for they niggas that was hit by the spits of the pistol
Bitches say they love you, but they ain't up in the courtroom with you when the mothafucka hit trial
Oracle Arena, Driving past venues, dreamin' as I listen to the Marathon Continues
Welcome to the Land of the Laced and the bitches we done been through
I'm just trying to make it with the niggas that I'm kin to
Maybe cop a Benz too, maybe bring a bitch through
My bay niggas think it's really poppin' down there
My LA niggas think it's really poppin' up here
Down in SD I met some fine white bitches who had that fever for a young laced bay nigga
Half cabs on my feet, gold chain on my chest
5'10 nigga, but got love for the whole West, sunrise, sunset
Palm Trees, good weed, never gotta stress, dog, fuckin with the west, dog
Say we talk funny, bay slang they ain't never heard
Like why you niggas say 'bruh' and 'hella' ever other word?
To me she a rip, though. (to) You she a flip, though
A universal name is a ho, for the bitch, though
Them bitches fucked up, growin' up, but we never judge
West side give me love, west side give me love