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MC Eiht and Freddie Gibbs, Kokane - Welcome to Los Santos (The Alchemist And Oh No Present Welcome To Los Santos 2015)
MC Eiht and Freddie Gibbs, Kokane — Welcome to Los Santos (The Alchemist And Oh No Present Welcome To Los Santos 2015)
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Welcome to Los Santos (The Alchemist And Oh No Present Welcome To Los Santos 2015) MC Eiht and Freddie Gibbs, Kokane03:51
Текст песни: Welcome to Los Santos (The Alchemist And Oh No Present Welcome To Los Santos 2015)
[Intro: Kokane] Break a solenoid on this one Yeah, nigga [Verse 1: MC Eiht] Welcome to Los Santos Gyeah Where it's easy to catch a case One times patrol with a pic of ya face Fo' deep in the Lac, that's jack mode Unaware of the set-neutral dress code Drive-bys tryna pull grand theft Bandanas on the antennas, neighborhood deaf Rats fucking niggas for ends, bitch please Easily friends turn into enemies Tryna check a couple dollars but it ain't long Jealousy in shots if the weight wrong Stay strong, die well Growing up in the hood's no fairytale It's Mad City and can't y'all tell Welcome to the city where it's dead or jail Steady eating good, we pull licks Staying deep like OGs in jail pics Gyeah, welcome to the land Welcome to the land Welcome to the land Straps, a couple birds in ya hand Gyeah [Hook] Welcome to Los Santos (Fly bitches) Welcome to Los Santos (Get ritches) Welcome to Los Santos ('s that trippin') Welcome to Los Santos ([?]) [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Yea, where it's easy to get some weight Hop in the stolen whip and I'll take you straight to the place That grand theft and robbery mask draped on my face A cold bastard, closed casket seal my fate For this almighty dollar dollar When we're doing what we do you know we do it proper And all these doctors and psychiatrists can't save me, I'm crazy Everyday these Los Santos streets gon' pay me It feel good don't it? Kush smoke and west coastin' on every hood corner I drop the top at the beach Heard it's fun in paradise, yo that's the word on the street Don't let these palm trees and bitches get you swept off yo feet I'm staying blazed in these sun rays Evil seeds getting paid, cradle to the grave You can try it if you want, it ain't a thing sweet The weather's fine but it's cold on these rough ass streets of Los Santos (Dear Los Santos) Welcome to the land (Dear Los Santos) Welcome to the land ([?] and let me ride) Put a bird in ya hand Welcome to Los Santos (Dear Los Santos Dear Los Santos [?] and let me ride) [Breakdown] Ah, Los Santos You got it done [Verse 3: Kokane] Don't get fooled by the palm trees Fly ass bitches and bomb ass weed It's real over here on these cold streets Triple OGs stay about that cheese Los Santos We be doing the most Ow! [Outro] Oh yeah, Los Santos Hey Los Santos Hey Los Santos [?] and let me ride