Lakers song by Freddie Gibbs & Madlib from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Jazz Rap, Rap, West Coast music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Lakers Meaning
| [[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 , [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) [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] I’m on my way to LAX from JFK It’s a great day I mean I love New York, but of course I live out there so don’t go there, you heard it before Ironic my uncle had the king of music on Crenshaw ‘Cause now I’m the king of music to all y’all California love, California dreaming I’ve seen lost angels, I even found demons Where you learn to survive and keep your head high Hit the weed clinic for sativa, get your head high We ain’t in Kansas City, but you’ll find a TEC-9 And if that tech jammed, you better have a toast, too Fuck that, this what we gon’ toast to Everybody that ain’t die before 21 like we was s’posed to For the mail, I’m going postal I heard the baddest females off pacific coastal If it means anything, I’m so L.A., my dad died on King, nigga , [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) [Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, went from a condo to sleeping on my nigga couch Popping sedatives, negatives in my bank account Too much pride to let this pussy industry play me out Repairing that broken dream, that’s what L.A. about Shout to Cali Bud, my West Coast plug Brother from another mother, he showed that West Coast love Nigga, me and Killa Caz was pulling them stick-ups, cuz Bending blocks with my nigga Box smoking the whip up, Blood Gots to keep it true when I maneuver I got all kind of homies, Harlems, Avalons and Hoovers My little homie from Families, he keep a team of shooters My 60 niggas stay Rolling, my Eight Trey niggas moving Been 20 years since the riots L.A. niggas keep it thorough, fuck keeping quiet Bitch it’s on in this war zone where we reside As I begin, let my sins wash away with the tide Who the fuck I’m kidding? I done tried everything but dying Flirting with other places but this Cali bitch stay on my mind , [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) [Skit: 2Pac] This is not a new allegiance to the West Coast I’ve been on the West Coast all this time] |
