City of Angels (feat. Inglewood & Prozik) - Baby Boi Peru

City of Angels (feat. Inglewood & Prozik) Lyrics

City of Angels Lyrics
Chorus x 2 (Bryan Godinez aka Prozik)
Welcome to the city where the homies don’t play
You gotta be careful with what you do or what you say
Nothing but hustle this is the golden state
City of Angels otherwise LA
(In California)
1st Verse (JD Allen aka Inglewood)
Inglewood is the hood that I’m claiming
They want to know if I’m gangsta, yep I be banging
Banged out like a shot, bang like a beat
My gun is too loud so I’m never discrete
So peep, real game now
He came to the west and had to figure out a different route
We rolling dirty even though we got stupid money

Come to the hood and get got cause’ we’re still super hungry
Who can I trust, my cousin D told me that
That’s why I stay strapped with a gat in the back
Make a busta kick back like a kick flip
This west coast hit ain’t nothing to mess around with
Especially when you shine like I do
They can’t get what you got so they try to pop you
Stop you dead on your tracks, forget that
City of Angels homie I’m back
Chorus x 2 (Bryan Godinez aka Prozik)
Mid Verse 1 (Piero Valdizan aka Baby Boi Peru)
To all the homies that are feeling down
Now keep your head up cause’ the world goes round
We are the greatest and we can’t be bound
(That’s right)
In California we don’t play around
Mid Verse 2 (JD Allen aka Inglewood)
City of champions, City of Angels
I don’t know how you did it, but ma I want to thank you
(Thank you)
On your own you brought me up in this tough hood
I know we struggled at times, but now it’s all good
(All good)
Chorus x 2 (Bryan Godinez aka Prozik)
Verse 2 (Piero Valdizan aka Baby Boi Peru)
Imagine the vision seen by many men chasing a dream
Only a couple seconds pass as you hear another scream
Fire from the cops, I hear shots
Look up, see a light, duck quick
Just another trip from the white lights trying to trick me that I was hit, this was it!
I knew it was too easy so I empty out my clip
Faded from the drugs as I aimed and let it rip
Looked the demon in the eye right before the bullet hit
Running from the ghetto bird, living in the suburbs
Trying to take what’s mine, living ghetto in the project
Born into poverty, dope was my lottery
Destined for a robbery, eventually a tragedy
In California we will bomb ya,
We ain’t never sleep, yeah you can call that insomnia
Guarded by an angel in the City of Angels
California baby you can check the credentials
(West side)
Chorus x 2 (Bryan Godinez aka Prozik)