Lyrics

[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 fuck 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 fucking 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 fuck 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