Mila J Welcome To The West (feat. Dj Battlecat)
[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 bitch 'bout to act the f..ck up
Pullin' up on my opps in a Lambo truck
It's Killahpride 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
Mothafucka you can call Tyrone and Erykah
On my Schwarzenegger shit, a bitch 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 confеtti
I'm in the hood servin 'em sweets likе 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
Spaced out in the zone, originals can't be cloned
Heartbreaker bitch, you better cuff your nigga
'Cause when I'm in the room, you can't trust your nigga
Wettest of the West, I'm a gangsta in the flesh
I'm the bitch 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
Nobody party, they don't party
Like we party, like we party
Welcome to the Westside
[Verse 2: Mila J]
God damn it, I can rhyme, who f..cking with me?
Pretty bitch squeeze three at your cherry M3
Bang any rap bitch easily
Young and I'm flawless but I kick real shit like OG's
Slauson to Western, Normandie to Crenshaw
West Coast bitches 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)
Bitches 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 pissy
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)
[Chorus: DJ Battlecat & Mila J]
California
Yeah, we in that golden state of mind
California
Nothin' like that Cali sunshine
California, California
Nobody party, they don't party
Like we party, like we party
Welcome to the Westside
[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
