Song Lyrics

This song is dedicated to Nipsey Hussle and Kobe Bryant
Where I come from.
There’s palm trees, sticky green
4’s on dee’s, clean on 3’s
The baddest chicks you ever seen,
Some thugged out and the rest of them just acting mean.
Where I come from, the city slickers at they best,
Cops never rest, they’re here to protect,
The same ones put a hole in ya chest.
Never the lest, Lovin the West, City of Angels.
From Frisco, all the way back to San Diego.
My Vatos from North and Southside,
Reppin that Brown pride. Ben Davis suits
Baggy and loose, dippin the duce
Gin and juice drankin, smoking on something stankin
Flossin a hoodrat in a 87 Fleetwood Cadillac.
Man who’s that? Like I’m a star
Philly cigar not too tight with just enough dro so that it burns right
At the stop light, kat on the side thinkin his hood right,
So when the light change, we hog the street lanes go
There’s nothing like Southern Cal, home of the Lake Show.
Not yellow but Gold that’s mixed with that royal Purple.
Man you know how this thang go.
Toss up a dub and give it up
Let the whole world know where you from
(This Killa Cali nigga.)

(Where I come from)
From S.D. all the way to L.A.
(Where I come from)
From L.A. all the way the Bay
(Where I come from)
Killa Fonia where them bangers bang
(Where I come from)
So watch yo step when you walk through here mane
(This is CA bruh)







Where I come from
It’s necessary to carry 38’s cuz cats is shady
Other’s scary and the other half just hella crazy
Do any thang for the hood they claim
That’s why I love it in Killa Fonia mane
There’s Crips, Bloods, Esse’s in six-treys
The 110 freeway in where all of the hogs’ play
Get off on Gage, stop at the
Chronic spot on 64th, yeah them the homey’s but keep ya heater cocked.
And ready to go cause anything could happen.
Cause homey’s, mixed wet ones cause nina clappin
From the low bottoms up to the top, we keep it hot
Like the Mustang, across from the Comfort next to the Snooty Foxx
Believe it or not, Fig was the hoe stroll but you couldn’t tell
Cause it looks more like its skid row
From 1st street to 1.9.0 the homey’s Coast
Hit Imperial down the street where devils deep use to be
The swap meet on Slauson is not the best place to bust hoes
But it’s packed full of rats from store to store
But I go bake club on a 108th
Or the skate ring on Crenshaw on Sundays

(Where I come from)
From S.D. all the way to L.A.
(Where I come from)
From L.A. all the way the Bay
(Where I come from)
Killa Fonia where them bangers bang
(Where I come from)
So watch yo step when you walk through here mane
(This is CA bruh)


Where I come from
On the East side the homey’s sparked
When they changed the South to Barry White Park
From the home of the hydracids, Ebonics and Chronic
Pretty hoes fancy logos cranberry tonic
A place full of old English drinkers.
Dicky suits and Chuck Taylor sneakers and chucking up
Neighborhood with ya fingers
Emphases C walks, B and them C chockers wit Vietnamese partners
We squeeze choppers, 4 door cutty on Dee’s hopers
Follow me down long lost streets of S.C. Long Beach, Compton and Watts
To Venus Beach Pomona Pasadena Pacoima to the I.E ING-Wood
Back to the see of Panorama close to Ventura County but further from Santana
Bandanas represent homeys with g standards,
street grammar causing the homeys to cock hammers
No Rose Phantoms, Chevy caprice’s and super sports Cadillac’s Yucan Denali’s
On 100 spokes 64’s skating down Rose on triple golds brains blowin jacked hella high
Or dipped low.


(Where I come from)
From S.D. all the way to L.A.
(Where I come from)
From L.A. all the way the Bay
(Where I come from)
Killa Fonia where them bangers bang
(Where I come from)
So watch yo step when you walk through here mane
(This is CA bruh)

R.c. Smith Jr

The duration of Killa.Fonia is 3:40 minutes and seconds.