[Pre-Chorus]
News van parked on the block
Yellow tape, another body drop (Ooh)
Dead n***a on the ground look like he was nappin'
I pray to god the babies didn't see it happen
[Chorus]
Bitches is selling pussy, n***as is dying-dying
Judges are Father Time, snitches are lying, we (We)
Did it all out here, Christopher Wallace and Calvin Broadus
We the big dogs out here (Woof, woof)
Welcome to Harbor City (Woof, woof)
Welcome to Harbor City, fool
[Verse 1: KXNG Crooked]
The city of dreams, she corrupted a lot of men
For the simplest things, you can gеt caught up in
The wickedest schеmes, ubiquitous screams victims are hollering
Lava and Icarus wings, that's what the block is hotter than
These n***as balling like they Solomon, own an ottoman
Kick your feet up, got a problem, then get you beat up
And if you living slow (Slow), switch your speed up
And now you sniffing blow (Blow), this the re-up
You see 'em, hoes on the corner in a leather skirt
Selling pleasure, put cheddar in a better purse
I can see the deep pain in the frequency and I know it mega hurts
Ask her what she do for a living, she say, "Whatever works"
Product of a pimpin' nation
You got money, people treat you like God walking on irrigation
I know somebody who dreams of changing his situation
Every day he walks by the same mansion for inspiration (Do it)
Yeah, he wanna make it to the other side
Just to put on some Louis slides and eat truffle fries
Let me summarize, the truth is under a ton of lies
Only get one, but n***as is living double lives
She say, "Dad why they working you silly?"
He's a drug dealer, his daughter think he work for the city
She's a young stripper, her father think she work with the kiddies
At the day care, but nah she just working them titties, aw, man
[Chorus]
Bitches is selling pussy, n***as is dying-dying
Judges are Father Time, snitches are lying, we (We)
Did it all out here, Christopher Wallace and Calvin Broadus
We the big dogs out here (Woof, woof)
Welcome to Harbor City (Woof, woof)
Welcome to Harbor City, fool
[Post-Chorus]
If you tryna get ahead in the Harbor
You got to do some things that you might not like (Woof)
It'll turn an honest man to a robber
Good girl, not quite, shorty 'bout that life
[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Everything come through here, it's going up at the pier
Coast Guard looking the other way, 'cause payday
Can't put their kids through college or chip in that mortgage
So drugs hitting that scale they found another way
That's what it's about here, get your money and figure shit out
Switch up you routes, dip in and out
Find ways to get that sip in the drought
Check your surroundings when you skippin' about
Make sure your hip's as big as your mouth
If you the type of n***a that shout
Some bitches running, track some bitches hurdle
Fifth in their girdle
The curviest women pretending like they try to curve you
But you convince them to hit that W, woke up without your Presidential
Ain't nothing sweet, guess you can chalk that up to incidentals
Skyscrapers, project lobbies, gang leaders
He banging stake with development CEOs from Abu Dhabi
One hops in a chopper, the other hops in a chop shop drop
With a chopper prolly in the trunk and it gotta a lot of bodies
Breaking news is congruent to weather reports
Politics reign supreme and Lil Raheem got wet up, of course
American flags, gang rags, stars and stripes
Clear skies and starry nights, this that Harbor life
[Pre-Chorus]
News van parked on the block
Yellow tape, another body drop (Ooh)
Dead n***a on the ground look like he was nappin'
I pray to god the babies didn't see it happen
[Chorus]
Bitches is selling pussy, n***as is dying-dying
Judges are Father Time, snitches are lying, we (We)
Did it all out here, Christopher Wallace and Calvin Broadus
We the big dogs out here (Woof, woof)
Welcome to Harbor City (Woof, woof)
Welcome to Harbor City, fool
