Song Lyrics
Smokin bomb no never that garbage, whoooa whoooa
Pray to god you beat them charges, yea they shoot to kill
In my woodclass beanie on, baking soda in that pot huh
Where the sun sets, smokin the dank, much love to norwalk
Whoooa oh oh oooh, put my soul to rest, this the home of the lakers
To smoke some of that bomb weed, where the palm trees sway
Baking soda in that pot huh, don t think i forgot about east l
maywood bell gardens
Can t you see i m blown bitch, this the home of the lakers King, can t you see i m blown bitch
But don t you get it twisted, yea they shoot to kill
Police we don t talk, baking soda in that pot huh, and they know about it
whoooa oh oh oooh
Pray to god you beat them charges, but my gees got it on lock
On the curb with a grape swish, a blunt we spark it
San fernando valley, but don t you get it twisted
Highland park that northeast, asking who the fuck got
and a forty oz
Yea they shoot to kill, but this the real home of the raiders Lil, whoooa oh oh oooh
when you come this way
smokin the dank
Like when kobe bryant first got that ring, whoooa oh oh oooh La, my muthafuckas in watts
but don t you get it twisted
Baking soda in that pot huh, whoooa whoooa, where the palm trees sway
This the home of the lakers, the city they standing behind me, welcome to l
Whoooa oh oh oooh, whoooa oh oh oooh
this the home of the dodgers
In the streets 4 deep, whoooa whoooa Lil, smokin bomb no never that garbage
The city they standing behind me, on my way to long beach
all my boys indicted
This the home of the dodgers, san fernando valley
Whoooa oh oh oooh, this the home of the dodgers, whoooa oh oh oooh
Cause they shoot to kill, yeah regardless l.a, what s good hollywood
A blunt we spark it, to smoke some of that bomb weed
the city they standing behind me
A blunt we spark it, san fernando valley, yeah regardless l.a