letra de welcome to the west (radio edit) - mila j

[intro: dj battlecat]
welcome to the west

[verse 1: mila j]
throw it up for the homies in the khakis and chucks
it’s mila j in this b-tch ’bout to act the f-ck up
pullin’ up on my opps in a lambo truck
it’s k!llahpride worldwide, you can say that’s us
west coast forever, better than any competitor
i’m a terror with these bars, i’m the best in america
mothaf-cka you can call tyrone and erykah
on my schwarzenegger sh-t, a b-tch ah body a predator (yeah)
the swag drip heavy, forgive me for being petty
i ain’t reach my apex yet, y’all ain’t ready
see the money fall from the sky like confetti
i’m in the hood servin ’em sweets like lil’ debbie
’64 impala, my shoes is all chrome
rollin’ stone, where i kick off my shoes is my home
mad latto, grabba leaf, sippin’ patron
sp-ced out in the zone, originals can’t be cloned
heartbreaker b-tch, you better cuff your n-gga
’cause when i’m in the room, you can’t trust your n-gga
wettest of the west, i’m a gangsta in the flesh
i’m the b-tch they try to emulate, who want flex? (yeah)
[pre-chorus: mila j]
you can’t be serious homie, game recognize game
’cause where i come from they bang (oh-oh-oh-oh)
they call me supernova, my lines in your veins
welcome to l.a., what set you claim? (oh-oh-oh-oh)

[chorus: dj battlecat & mila j]
california
yeah, we in that golden state of mind
california
nothin’ like that cali sunshine
california, california
n0body party, they don’t party
like we party, like we party
welcome to the westside

[verse 2: mila j]
god d-mn it, i can rhyme, who f-cking with me?
pretty b-tch squeeze three at your cherry m3
bang any rap b-tch easily
young and i’m flawless but i kick real sh-t like og’s
slauson to western, normandie to crenshaw
west coast b-tches where you at? this the roll call
city of the angels, home of the face card
hair bomb, nails bomb and the weed so bomb
i’m a god not a demigod, spit church like a synagogue (yeah)
got bars to take out ten of y’all (yeah)
word to snoop double g, i’m forever blue’d up (yeah)
b-tches need to back the f-ck up or get chewed up (yeah)
r.i.p. nipsey, dodgers, lakers, rams ride with me
put on for the city, sip with me ’til we p-ssy
then walk in stilettos in pure form, yeah, i stay on my cripsy
[pre-chorus: dj battlecat & mila j]
you can’t be serious homie, game recognize game
’cause where i come from they bang (oh-oh-oh-oh)
they call me supernova, my lines in your veins
welcome to l.a., what set you claim? (oh-oh-oh-oh)

[outro: dj battlecat]
welcome westside
mila, la-la j, mila, la-la j, let’s ride
mila, la-la j, mila, la-la j
mila, la-la j, let’s ride
mila, la-la j, let’s roll
mila, la-la j, let’s ride
mila, la-la j, let’s roll
let’s ride

- mila j

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