[Intro: Kokane & MC Eiht]
Break a solenoid on this one
Yeah, n***a
Welcome to Los Santos
Gyeah

[Verse 1: MC Eiht & Kokane]
Where it's easy to catch a case
One times patrol with a pic of ya face
Fo' deep in the Lac, that's jack mode
Unaware of the set-neutral dress code (Uh)
Drive-bys tryna pull grand theft
Bandanas on the antennas, neighborhood deaf
Rats fucking n***as for ends, bitch please
Easily friends turn into enemies (Duh-dum duh-dum duh-dum)
Tryna check a couple dollars but it ain't long (Duh-dum duh-dum duh-dum)
Jealousy in shots if the weight wrong (Duh-dum duh-dum duh-dum)
Stay strong, die well (Duh-dum duh-dum duh-dum)
Growing up in the hood's no fairytale
It's Mad City and can't y'all tell?
Welcome to the city where it's dead or jail
Steady eating good, we pull licks
Staying deep like OGs in jail pics

[Pre-Hook: MC Eiht]
Gyeah, welcome to the land (Hey!)
Welcome to the land (Hey)
Welcome to the land
Straps, a couple birds in ya hand
Gyeah
[Hook: Kokane]
Welcome to Los Santos (Fly bitches)
Welcome to Los Santos (Get riches)
Welcome to Los Santos (That trippin')
Welcome to Los Santos (N***as be deepin')

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Yea, where it's easy to get some weight
Hop in the stolen whip and I'll take you straight to the place
That grand theft and robbery mask draped on my face
A cold bastard, closed casket seal my fate
For this almighty dollar dollar
When we're doing what we do you know we do it proper
And all these doctors and psychiatrists can't save me, I'm crazy
Everyday these Los Santos streets gon' pay me
It feel good don't it? (Duh-dum duh-dum duh-dum)
Kush smoke and west coastin' on every hood corner
I drop the top at the beach
Heard it's fun in paradise, yo that's the word on the street
Don't let these palm trees and bitches get you swept off yo feet
I'm staying blazed in these sun rays
Evil seeds getting paid, cradle to the grave
You can try it if you want, it ain't a thing sweet
The weather's fine but it's cold on these cold, on these rough ass streets of Los Santos

[Bridge: Kokane & Freddie Gibbs]
Dear Los Santos, dear Los Santos (Welcome to the land, yeah, welcome to the land)
Banging, ranging, hustlin', let me ride (Uh! Put a bird in ya hand, uh, welcome to Los Santos)
Dear Los Santos, dear Los Santos
Banging, ranging, hustlin', let me ride
[Interlude]
Ah, Los Santos
You got it done

[Breakdown: Kokane]
Duh-dum duh-dum duh-dum (Oh)
Duh-dum duh-dum duh-dum
Duh-dum duh-dum duh-dum
Duh-dum duh-dum duh-dum
Don't get fooled by the palm trees
Fly ass bitches and bomb ass weed
It's real over here on these cold streets
Triple OGs stay about that cheese
Los Santos, oh-oh-oh
We be doing the most
Ow!

[Outro: Kokane]
Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow, ow-ow-ow-ow-ow, ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
Oh yeah, Los Santos
Dear Los Santos, dear Los Santos
Banging, ranging, hustlin', let me ride