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[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

[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

[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)

[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 to 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

[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)

[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

[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