Lyrics:
C'mon Let's go For LuluMir que va entrando Y Ópera de TJ representando De Tijuana a West Covina South and West, TJ and beyond De Tijuana a LA Covina
ever live that long I know I can’t wait forever So, maybe it’s now or never If I could just keep from choking on This West Covina Smog Bougainvillea line
ever seen I follow my dreams if you know what i mean Rip your heart out, it don't mean a thing She's got what i need, she's the Covina Queen Step aside,
feel that breeze baby? That's SG weather/ From Bolen to the heights of Rowland. We steady strollin'/ Pasadena back to West Covina. Ain't nothin' greener/
Surfin' LA The streets of Gardena Hawthorne, Covina South Pasadena Inglewood, Chino Lynwood, Encino Lakewood, Corona Maywood, Pomona You should have seen
Why is everything Khroam? What Scuff, scuff Gang BDA the motherfuckin' gang West Covina's Own I'm rocking O'Neill, I feel like Shareef My ex-bitch
West Covina's Own, Yeah (Hunter X, Power Level 9000!) Foreign women meeting with me I left Houston, smokin' on Whitney I just met her, she leavin'
back Covina on the map map They hatin what they mad at? Prolly cuz they See a nigga want the bread now But neighbors call the feds wow Fuck em whip
told that bitch that I'm elite She wanna bake edibles, Anita I can't fuck her if I need her Free my niggas 'til they get subpoenaed West Covina's own
Westlake Vernon, Hermon, Sherman Oaks and Silver Lake Covina, West Covina, Gardena Temple City, La Puente, Altadena, Pasadena Lakewood, Lynnwood,
And her best friend Alameda and Sierra And Ramona's little sister Covina And I don't know what you thought Whether you turned the cat in the night bitch
Pasadena Inglewood, I.E. or West Covina I'm Southside ridin? with the homie big Kun Car hoppin?, top droppin? so give that kid room When I'm cruisin? down
hey Bun When I'm coming out as soon as ansy gray one You might see me at long beach Or maybe Pasadena Inglewood I e or West Covina A southside
I rather be up in my nine then closed in my coffin I'm from Wes Covina, this ain't Compton Still money passed around like we takin' an offerin' I'm
snails not playa's its that west covina rhyme saya yeah [Chorus] Mista g are I m we didn't drop one with my uncle george we didn't lock one Atomic
In the secret caverns underneath West Covina Half desperate for peace With the surface dwellers But coming to no conclusions And now we emerge
I was Eazy-E, I swore I was Tony Hawk Marks getting jumped over colors, some real shit Anyone fuck with us, we fuck him up real quick Move to Covina
Shit myself weinersnitchzel West covina mall Looking for fat bitches cause I Wanna fuck them all Sweating in my bucket Of Kentucky fried chicken
Atlanta streets I'm just a young kid from West Covina And if you didn't know, that's California They smoke oregano and asked if I could join in I apologize
Shit myself weinersnitchel west covina mall Looking for fat bitches cause I Wanna fuck them all Sweating in my bucket Of Kentucky fried chicken
be talkin. We put it down from Compton To West Covina. Neutral ground we walkin And keep it poppin daily. That's just how I do And never fuck with
In my droptop I can't stop When I'm slidin down the 10 cuz I'm pickin you up in 10 mama Passin Pasadena, 57 next Covina,Blowing hay, GPS'n where you
homes tell me have ya seen a 5 foot 3 big booty latina? Whittier born but raised in West Covina Heard u hustlin, u wanna be my queen huh? She givin
If you find your way out of LA Then you drive east along the 10 Freeway Past the strip malls of Covina Over the hill from where some don't come back
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