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Fergie - L.A. Love (Remix) Ft. YG Lyrics

(Intro)
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
Mustard on the beat, hoe

(Verse: Fergie)
Ah, tell her where I from
Finger on the palm make the six straight jump from the soul
Hollywood to the slams, try to smoke, get burn by the California sun
In West side, East coast where you at
Got in New York like a net on the jet
From London to Brazil, Tucapac
Like a whole damn war to confect the ferme
Tell ‘em

(Pre-Chorus)
Lay back, slow down, what you represent when we come to your town
Lay back, slow down, what you represent when we come to your town
Say
Getting with the business when I come from ? city
Hit vanilla til it’s Christmas at the end of our visit
Puerto Rico is this squeeze and my people back to Venice
LA got the people sayn'

(Chorus)
La-la-la-la-la
Brooklyn sayn
La-la-la-la-la
Hacienda sayn
La-la-la-la-la
Vegas sayn
La-la-la-la-la
Rio sayn
La-la-la-la-la
Tokyo sayn
La-la-la-la-la
Down under sayn
La-la-la-la-la
Miami sayn
La-la-la-la-la
Jamaica
Every city, every state, every country you know
All around the globe
Every city, every state, every country you know
This is how it goes

(Verse 2: Fergie)
Ah, tell em where I'm at, from the plaques to the aa aa
Everythin' fat, got Mustard on a track, my girls all stack
When I roll down the window, let me know where you're
Atlanta, north south ? a lack
Texas grill, Cadillacs thru Miami then back to London, Jamaica, then France
The whole damn world took effect to Ferg, tell em

(Pre-Chorus)
Lay back, slow down, what you represent when we come to your town
Lay back, slow down, what you represent when we come to your town
Say
Getting with the business when I come from ? city
Hit vanilla til it’s Christmas at the end of our visit
Puerto Rico is this squeeze and my people back to Venice
L.A. got the people sayn get in with the business
When I come from Kansas City, hit Manila till it's Christmas
Out to India I'll visit, Puerto Rico is exquisite
Bring my people back to Venice

(Chorus)
L.A. got the people sayn La-la-la-la-la
Moscow sayn La-la-la-la-la
España sayn La-la-la-la-la
Kingston sayn La-la-la-la-la
San Diego sayn La-la-la-la-la
Chi town sayn La-la-la-la-la
Germany sayn La-la-la-la-la
La Puente sayn La-la-la-la-la
Ibiza...

(Verse 3: YG)
West Side, where ya from? I'm from west side California babe!!!
Brought her and fucked in our back yard, the minute it ain't hard
My momma be like YG, ya so brazy!
Have ya eva seen a gangsta gangsta make 1.000.000.000.000 $?!
Dre did it, he from L.A. so pop ya colla
The L.A.P.D. be all over me, tryna ban me from my own city
But fo' no reason the cops just killed that
Home [?] this shit been wild
I hit the club and party like I scored a touch down
I pop a bottle, all the models want to fuck nah
We jamming on peacoats, bossa nova on sunset
I could take ya to Venice Beach and watch the sun set
Or I could take ya to the Blippers game, floor seats, court side
Eating on Roscoe's chicken wings

(Chorus)
L.A got the people sayn La-la-la-la-la
Amsterdam sayn La-la-la-la-la
Frisco sayn La-la-la-la-la
Switzerland sayn La-la-la-la-la
Sao Paulo sayn La-la-la-la-la
Jo-burg sayn La-la-la-la-la
Mexico sayn La-la-la-la-la
Stockholm sayn La-la-la-la-la
Jamaica
 

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