Letra de dodger blue
Ooh Ooh White diamonds, 2 a.m., she wylin' Bitches sick, got they stomach in her comments What school you went to? Gardena, Compton Westchester, King Drew, then we function Little nigga, but that dog in me, that's on pup On my kids, I'll sock you niggas up Have you ever took a fade and ran three more back to back Oh, you haven't? Then shut the fuck up and keep it rap Gah, gah, gah Bitch, I'm from the land Don't say you hate L.A. when you don't travel past the 10 Am I trippin', yes I am Meditate over some money, I see Franklin, I find zen Bitch, I'm from the land Don't say you hate L.A., but live in L.A. and pretend My neck on Tarantino, Alejandro, Spike Lee Just know you took the scenic route if you stand by me, stupid So fly in this bitch Fifty on me, don't die tryin' and shit, ooh-ooh Warm up and down when I slide in this bitch Dreamers and the Jets outside in this bitch Westside get the money, yeah, that's for sure Streets don't love you, way to respect the code Ain't no sleepin' in on Sunday If it's by the money, then my niggas on go When I walk in, Lil' yeah, big mad It's unanimous, how I pop shit When I walk in, hoes better get in check You lookin' at a bad bitch, nothing less Walk, walk, walk, walk Walk, walk, walk, walk Tip, toe, pivot, walk Tip, toe, pivot, walk Ooh, don't take it personal You won't be the first to know Just might be the first to go Just might be, ohh Don't take it personal You won't be the first to know Just might be the first to go Just might be