The Game - LA lyrics
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I'm coolin' 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 coolin' in LA
(Verse: The Game)
Pull up to the Rosco's
Only guy here, cause niggas from here
Know you gotta swerve around the potholes
Eatin' chickens with these chickens, politicin'
We gonna get a new team or not
They up and down like Impala switches
All these girls got extensions, even with the long hair
Everybody trippin', we mix Ciroc with Patron here
Don't walk around alone here, erybody from a gang
Niggas ask you where you from
That mean you gotta run that chain
Smokin' 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 dissin' homeless people,
I be down there feedin' niggas
Hunnit days, hunnit nights, we killin' for no reason nigga
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, look at me in my Impala
(Hook)
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 coolin' in LA
La-la-la-la-la-la
Baby when you comin' to LA
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
(Verse: Snoop Dog)
I'm from that big blue raggin', tip toe taggin'
Mustard and mayonnaise, with dainers on the wagon
Brown paper baggin', baby mamma naggin' hit the skinny jeans, gucci let it straight saggin'
Pleasure of, and agony, black jeans Cagnay?
The wood is the wood, but the hood is like a cavity
So much tragedy, rarely see clarity
I'm like a adaby, 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)
(Verse)
I got LA poppin', cars be hoppin'
No refreshin these hoes, they keep shoppin'
Sunset droppin', chicken heads flockin'
No recess, my flows, it's no stoppin'
DeLorian rollin', pockets stay swollen
Drive down to town
East Los is where I'm goin'
Cholo swagga, qe pasa wassup?
I'm rockin it and inhale?)
LA native, LA Raider, LA Rams, mutherfucken' traitors
LA Clippers, LA Lakers, trippin' off Kobe, you the motherfucken' greatest
LA Dodgers, finger to the Padres East Los niggas sayin' chinga to madres
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, look at me in my fancy car
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 coolin' in Compton (Compton x 4 )
(Verse)
It's time to blackout, time to spit this crack out
Niggas been fiendin' for this shit, aftermath in crackhouse
The way I spit, niggas'll think I pulled the mack out, aid 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 waitin' I told
Dre to put out Detox, or I'ma do it This is that nigga,
The Chronic mixed with that banna fluid
Bring your chin here blood, so I can put this lama to it
Disrespect thi niggas,
See this window? I see your mamma throw it
Put on for my city bitch, cuz ițm suppose to o it
Straight out on com and I’ve been fuckin’ move it throw it, nigga
