The Game

The Game - LA

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(VerseWill.I.A)

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

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