Man I love my hood so much
That I'll die for it
But I refuse to lose
So instead I live for it
And represent with my boys
In any town we touch down
This the city gees foo
Ey where you from westbound
Much pride in my turf
Cus we all down to put in work
Notorious on the west
For kicking up dirt
No lie around here
You get your face on a shirt
F*ck with the wrong killas
And somebody getting merked
I remember all the hood times
Late after dark
When crash tried to creep up
In regular cars
Better run fast
Or end up behind bars
Cus my city got a gang injunction
For leaving scars
I remember all the hood times
Posted at the park
Hustling from the bleachers
Swerving soft and hard
While spitting game at the cuties
With the nice firm Booty's
Rolling up doobies
Big chilling in the 2 C's
I remember all the hood times
Coming up in Culver City
When time to us meant nothing
But hanging out in Culver City
Sunny days clear skies
Not a touch of grey
Cincinatti hats with some matching
Black and red jays
I reside on the westside baby
To be exact
I'm repping Culver City City
The westside is where is at
CC to be exact
On the map for busting caps
Enemies feel the wrath
Known for sporting red rags
Red pants and all
Red shirt Red cap Red shoes and draws
Matching with the homie next to me
We banging the turf
Catch a motherf*cker slipping
And we putting in work
Thats how it goes in the hood
If it was him he'd blast me
Im gangster boy
Repping for Culver City
Its the new generation
With the young thug attitude
We yelling Culver City
Showing love and much gratitude
Maybe its the palm trees
And the sunny days
Walking out of Rudy's barber shop
With a fresh fade
The game is twisted
The cops is getting harder
Pacific got injunctions
Culver City driving Dodge chargers
But its all good
Sometimes we pay the price
Im giving all my love
For another day in paradise
I remember all the hood times
Coming up in Culver City
When time to us meant nothing
But hanging out in Culver City
Sunny days clear skies
Not a touch of grey
Cincinatti hats with some matching
Black and red jays
I reside on the westside baby
To be exact
I'm repping Culver City City
G-Boy - Culver City Lyrics
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Man I love my hood so much
That I'll die for it
But I refuse to lose
So instead I live for it
And represent with my boys
In any town we touch down
This the city gees foo
Ey where you from westbound
Much pride in my turf
Cus we all down to put in work
Notorious on the west
For kicking up dirt
No lie around here
You get your face on a shirt
F*ck with the wrong killas
And somebody getting merked
I remember all the hood times
Late after dark
When crash tried to creep up
In regular cars
Better run fast
Or end up behind bars
Cus my city got a gang injunction
For leaving scars
I remember all the hood times
Posted at the park
Hustling from the bleachers
Swerving soft and hard
While spitting game at the cuties
With the nice firm Booty's
Rolling up doobies
Big chilling in the 2 C's
I remember all the hood times
Coming up in Culver City
When time to us meant nothing
But hanging out in Culver City
Sunny days clear skies
Not a touch of grey
Cincinatti hats with some matching
Black and red jays
I reside on the westside baby
To be exact
I'm repping Culver City City
The westside is where is at
CC to be exact
On the map for busting caps
Enemies feel the wrath
Known for sporting red rags
Red pants and all
Red shirt Red cap Red shoes and draws
Matching with the homie next to me
We banging the turf
Catch a motherf*cker slipping
And we putting in work
Thats how it goes in the hood
If it was him he'd blast me
Im gangster boy
Repping for Culver City
Its the new generation
With the young thug attitude
We yelling Culver City
Showing love and much gratitude
Maybe its the palm trees
And the sunny days
Walking out of Rudy's barber shop
With a fresh fade
The game is twisted
The cops is getting harder
Pacific got injunctions
Culver City driving Dodge chargers
But its all good
Sometimes we pay the price
Im giving all my love
For another day in paradise
I remember all the hood times
Coming up in Culver City
When time to us meant nothing
But hanging out in Culver City
Sunny days clear skies
Not a touch of grey
Cincinatti hats with some matching
Black and red jays
I reside on the westside baby
To be exact
I'm repping Culver City City
That I'll die for it
But I refuse to lose
So instead I live for it
And represent with my boys
In any town we touch down
This the city gees foo
Ey where you from westbound
Much pride in my turf
Cus we all down to put in work
Notorious on the west
For kicking up dirt
No lie around here
You get your face on a shirt
F*ck with the wrong killas
And somebody getting merked
I remember all the hood times
Late after dark
When crash tried to creep up
In regular cars
Better run fast
Or end up behind bars
Cus my city got a gang injunction
For leaving scars
I remember all the hood times
Posted at the park
Hustling from the bleachers
Swerving soft and hard
While spitting game at the cuties
With the nice firm Booty's
Rolling up doobies
Big chilling in the 2 C's
I remember all the hood times
Coming up in Culver City
When time to us meant nothing
But hanging out in Culver City
Sunny days clear skies
Not a touch of grey
Cincinatti hats with some matching
Black and red jays
I reside on the westside baby
To be exact
I'm repping Culver City City
The westside is where is at
CC to be exact
On the map for busting caps
Enemies feel the wrath
Known for sporting red rags
Red pants and all
Red shirt Red cap Red shoes and draws
Matching with the homie next to me
We banging the turf
Catch a motherf*cker slipping
And we putting in work
Thats how it goes in the hood
If it was him he'd blast me
Im gangster boy
Repping for Culver City
Its the new generation
With the young thug attitude
We yelling Culver City
Showing love and much gratitude
Maybe its the palm trees
And the sunny days
Walking out of Rudy's barber shop
With a fresh fade
The game is twisted
The cops is getting harder
Pacific got injunctions
Culver City driving Dodge chargers
But its all good
Sometimes we pay the price
Im giving all my love
For another day in paradise
I remember all the hood times
Coming up in Culver City
When time to us meant nothing
But hanging out in Culver City
Sunny days clear skies
Not a touch of grey
Cincinatti hats with some matching
Black and red jays
I reside on the westside baby
To be exact
I'm repping Culver City City
Writer: Octavio Becerra
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