FowL - LA lyrics
rate meSunny all day, riding round all you see is money all day
The honey’s ok in Californiaei
Stayed only 4-5 days, experience way more than not paid
And I ain’t pay shit, xcept 30 for a quarter
Great A kush, you wanna hurry up and order
Surfing on the border, wish I would have tried
Hopping the Pacific like shit I could have died
Ryan told me nigga get your feet wet
Man I just tryina see the hood and pay my respect
But where’s Santa Monica, I ain’t need a damned phenomena
To know the spot I’m tucked in hotter than the summer was
Swear to god Callie must got a hotter sun
Every girl want pass make me feel like I’m in love
Mad biking, breath taking, cha cha chicken
Shit better than sex in it
Well, the shit is good, I ain’t gonna say all that
Feeling like the real dodger with my baseball cap
Make me wanna call Detroit and say hey yo what
This is cool out there, and ...hate on jack
Blunt, it’s my city ...it’s good
It wouldn’t feel so bad when I step in the hood
Now I didn’t wanna LA
I didn’t wanna leave LA
I’m still a Detroit nigga I’m rapping the hood
Throwing hellie does up like I’m messing with shug
Now I didn’t wanna leave LA
I didn’t wanna leave LA
I mean working with the alchemist, shit is indescribable
Played about 2 hour, worth of joints he was ... to
Big brother knew how this ...sliding through
And he got the chronic too
Look, ain’t been no shake up in my head
Told me take it to my head
Compliments she gave me I ain’t take it to the head
They was fucking with my shit I’m like let’s make some shit instead
Then he pulled some pizza, should I pull my seat up
He eager to heat up, hop in the booth so I can eat up
My first beefer, ...first take great, but we go and try the second
...when he made that little face he made
First session about classic is fucked,
Then he jocked with curtesy and I was sad as a fuck, shit
it’s my city ...it’s good
It wouldn’t feel so bad when I step in the hood
Now I didn’t wanna LA
I didn’t wanna leave LA
I’m still a Detroit nigga I’m rapping the hood
Throwing hellie does up like I’m messing with shug
Now I didn’t wanna leave LA
I didn’t wanna leave LA
Yo, who would have...me riding
All of that dumb shit
Calling bricks he like please can you come get us...
The plane land cause we in a strange land where money seem
Like it’s worth more
When you change heads, this nigga ride he hold me down
On a full tip
Like I’m the reason why he skinny than a toothpick
That’s my man for real though
Too young to get it but he said fuck it you still go
And he said, next year, I promise they will know
You came from the ...always said will spill bro
Man I couldn’t thank you enough
I couldn’t take you places enough
To even try to try to make the shit ...
That you done did for me, for real
I appreciate you bro
I’m sorry you had to leave, but I’m grateful we could go
And next time, I ain’t crying when I get back
Skip that, nigga I’ma be fresher than a tic tac
With a couple grams all up in my nick nac
Fuck that, I’ma get back, with a big sack
Hey, and when the dough is rolling
You already know where I’m going
Back to callie man
I love callie, I love callie, I love callie
I love, I love.
