Welcome to My City - Crooked I

Uhh… Yeah

Naw I ain’t tryin' to say that you nigga’s is dead and gone

But uhh… A lot done change since you put LBC on the map

You feel me?

I mean, lil' nigga’s is riding skateboards and roll up and blast you

You Know?

We done changed them Impalas for Chargers and mothafuckin' 300C's

We done turned them Chuck Taylor’s into Ice Creams and Vans

Niggas is gettin' money

We bosses now

This is how you get to Long Beach if you never been

Take the 405 Freeway or the 7−10

A clever spot’s but you better put your weapons in

Illegal search, cops looking for that evidence

Let me tell you bout the city that I represent

You can find my footprints covered in every inch

My nigga’s hold me down lovely when I’m in a pinch

When shits ugly in the trenches, we getting drenched

Long Beach we ain’t fucking with the shooting range

Practice shooting at each other to improve our aim

I wish it wasn’t but it is I know who to blame

Them crooked feds gave us guns and said «do ya thang»

It never rains in California is what they say though

We made it snow in the 80's with all that yayo

Ask Pedro, he built a tunnel in Mexico

When you come out that bitch you in San Diego

Bring the work to the hood and nigga’s stunt hard

Put the DuPont Registry in your front yard

Spend a Harvard education, that’s on one car

And you ain’t even put no rims on it thus far

When you riding through my hood bring your ammunition

You in Long Beach nigga, read the vandalism

Where you and your big homie share the same mannerisms

In the school of hard knocks is teachin' scandlisms

All my nigga’s if ya feel me

We gets busy over here (LBC)

Selling purple on the corner (on the corner)

LBC I thought I told ya (I thought I told ya)

All my bitches if ya feel me

We gets busy over here (LBC)

We get our dough like we supposed to (like we supposed to)

Still keep it gangsta I thought I told ya (I thought I told ya)

Long Beach bitches got a lot of swag in 'em

Lot of Dolce and Gabbana, a lot of Prada bag in 'em

We got some bad women

All I know is them jeans ain’t nothin' but denim unless they got some ass in 'em

Girls pass by nigga’s quick to try and spit

They don’t give us action and we start talking shit

Like keep the steppin' bitch

You can eat a dick, with them hitch hiker tittes

Look like they need a lift

Go buy some Clearasil

Why I gotta say you ugly when a mirror will?

Bitch busted as a stolen car steering wheel

Damn just a minute ago she had whip appeal

Uh!

That’s nigga’s for ya

Now we getting drunk over my home girls house

I’m posted like a slouch til' I hurled on the couch

Aw hell to the naw

First thing out her mouth, «What the hell is that about»

Naw you nigga’s gotta bounce

Don’t let that nigga drive

Last thing she hollered out

Cause she care about her homies safety

That’s without a doubt

Long Beach gangsta bitches in the park fighting

Squares never know what kinda hoe they start liking

Give they heart to a bitch that’s ready to start diking

They catch her in bed with a chick stronger then Mike Tyson

Every body in the city’s cheating on each other

At the Residents Inn nigga’s skeeting on the cover

White girls say they like creepin' with the brothers

But they fathers say don’t let me catch you sleeping with them others

That’s Long Beach you got to love us

Hahahaha… Mufuckas

All my nigga’s if ya feel me

We gets busy over here (LBC)

Sellin' purple on the corner (on the corner)

LBC I thought I told ya (I thought I told ya)

All my bitches if ya feel me

We gets busy over here (LBC)

We get our dough like we supposed to (like we supposed to)

Still keep it gangsta I thought I told ya (I thought I told ya)