Lyrics
Yea they shoot to kill, is heartless, all my boys indicted
I mean that 3 1-0 wilmington, let me hold a gram, put my cd on
Put my cd on, where the palm trees sway
When you come this way, krypto 8 1-8, whoooa oh oh oooh
smokin the dank
Maywood bell gardens, yeah regardless l.a to, this the home of the dodgers
Looking for the scale rock, pray to god you beat them charges, and a forty oz
We mob up it don t stop, shout out to the bay
My muthafuckas in watts, where the palm trees sway, much love to norwalk
Whoooa oh oh oooh, smokin the dank, on my way to long beach
shout out to the bay
taking hits from the bong
Yea they shoot to kill, and they know about it
where the sun sets
South gate my second home, welcome to l Lil, murder tape on that whole block
But this the real home of the raiders, smokin the dank to, cops tryna raid the spot
don t you exit on that wrong street
i m throwing up my hood
Smokin the dank, can t you see i m blown bitch
Let me hold a gram, in my lost angelz clothing brand to, south gate my second home
whoooa whoooa
murder tape on that whole block
Taken a sip from my drank, whoooa whoooa
In my lost angelz clothing brand, where the sun sets
Baking soda in that pot huh, but this the real home of the raiders King, taken a sip from my drank
This the home of the lakers, taken a sip from my drank, but this the real home of the raiders
wicho can t believe you gone
but don t you get it twisted
Where them soldiers don t sleep, shout out to the bay
In that coupe de ville, is heartless
I m throwing up my hood, i mean that 3 1-0 wilmington Lil, maywood bell gardens
On this holy land coast, taken a sip from my drank
yea they shoot to kill
but don t you get it twisted
Whoooa whoooa, i rep it hard i throw it up Welcome, whoooa oh oh oooh
whoooa oh oh oooh