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The Game

LA

 

LA

(album: The Documentary 2 - 2015)


[Hook will.I.am:]
I'm cooling in LA
The place where stars are born
And it ain't never cold outside
Because the rain will never stop
And the stars ain't only in the sky
Because the stars lay on the floor
And I-I-I-I, I got the city on lock if you wanna explore
And baby I been cooling in LA

[Verse 1 The Game:]
Pull up to the Rosco's
Only guy here, cause niggas from here
Know you gotta swerve around the potholes
Eating chickens with these chickens, politicing
We gon' get a new team or not
They up and down like Impala switches
All these girls got extensions, even with the long hair
Everybody tripping, we mix Ciroc with Patron here
Don't walk around alone here, everybody from a gang
Niggas ask you where you from
That mean you gotta run that chain
Smoking on that purple rain
We only smoke a certain strain
Soon as you call twice nigga
Welcome to the circle maine
Catch me off of rodeo, Alamita, Figueroa
Whoop these rappers ass, they all bums nigga, skid row
And I ain't dissing homeless people, I be down there feeding niggas
100 days, 100 nights, we killing for no reason nigga
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, look at me in my Impala

[Hook will.I.am & Fergie:]
In LA
The place where stars are born
And it ain't never cold outside
Because the rain will never stop
And the stars ain't only in the sky
Because the stars lay on the floor
And I-I-I-I, I got the city on lock if you wanna explore
And baby I been cooling in LA

La-la-la-la-la-la
Baby when you coming to LA
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

[Verse 2 Snoop Dogg:]
I'm from that big blue ragging, tip toe tagging
Mustard and mayonnaise, with [?] on the wagon
Brown paper bagging, baby mama nagging
[?] the skinny jeans, gucci [?] straight sagging
Pleasure of, and agony, black jeans Cagney
The wood is the wood, but the hood is like a cavity
So much tragedy, rarely see clarity
I'm like a [?], charity, sincerely
Los Angeles, scandalous, handle us how?
We the ones you get your swag from, write that down
Home of the green leaf, watch out now
High school lesson, y'all can drop out now
California highway, California my way
I do it that way, then roll a fat jay
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, look at me in my Cadillac car

[Hook will.I.am & Fergie:]
In LA
The place where stars are born
And it ain't never cold outside
Because the rain will never stop
And the stars ain't only in the sky
Because the stars lay on the floor
And I-I-I-I, I got the city on lock if you wanna explore
And baby I been cooling in LA

La-la-la-la-la-la
Baby when you coming to LA
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

[Verse 3 will.I.am:]
I got LA popping, cars be hopping
No refreshing these hoes, they keep shopping
Sunset dropping, chicken heads flocking
No recess, my flows, there's no stopping
DeLorian rolling, pockets stay swollen
Drive down to [?], East Los is where I'm going
Cholo swagger, qe pasa wassup?
I'm rockin it, (inhale?)
LA native, LA Raider, LA Rams, motherfucken' traitors
LA Clippers, LA Lakers, tripping off Kobe, you the motherfucken' greatest
LA Dodgers, finger to the Padres
East Los niggas saying chinga to madres
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, look at me in my fancy car

[Hook will.I.am & Fergie:]
In LA
The place where stars are born
And it ain't never cold outside
Because the rain will never stop
And the stars ain't only in the sky
Because the stars lay on the floor
And I-I-I-I, I got the city on lock if you wanna explore
And baby I been cooling in Compton
(Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton)

[Verse 4 The Game:]
It's time to blackout, time to spit this crack out
Niggas been fiending for this shit, aftermath [?], crackhouse
The way I spit, niggas'll think I pulled the mack out
I said the way I spit, niggas'll think I blew J-Lo back out
Still Compton nigga, fuck y'all thought I went on vacation?
Same nigga that used to break in houses and steal PlayStation's
I hate waiting
I told Dre to put out Detox, or I'm a do it
This is that nigga, The Chronic mixed with embalming fluid
Bring your chin here blood, so I can put this lama to it
Disrespectful nigga, see this window? I see ya mama through it
Do it for the coast, so we can toast to it
Who showed you all the Pirus? The SA's and how the Los do it?
Similar to how the vice lords and folks do it
You remember [?], I'll rest, I'm the closest to it
Put on for my city bitch cause I'm supposed to do it
Straight outta Compton, I'm the fucken movie poster to it, nigga

done

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