Artist: The Game f/ Fergie, Snoop Dogg, will.i.am Album: The Documentary 2 Song: LA Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus One: will.i.am] I'm coolin in L.A. The place where stars are born And it ain't never cold outside Because the rain will never storm And the stars ain't only in the sky Because the stars lay on the floor And I-I-I-I-I I got the city on lock if you wanna explore And baby I be coolin in L.A. [The Game] Pull up to the Rosco's Only got here cause niggaz from here, know you gotta swerve around the potholes Eatin chickens with these chickens politickin 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 trippin, we mix Cîroc with Patrón here Don't walk around alone here, everybody from a gang Niggaz 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 mayne Catch me off of Rodeo, Alameda, Figueroa Whoop these rappers' ass, they all bums nigga, skid row And I ain't dissin homeless people, I be down there feedin niggaz 100 days, 100 nights, we killin for no reason nigga La-la la la la-la la la Look at me in my Impala [Chorus Two: will.i.am + Fergie] In L.A. The place where stars are born And it ain't never cold outside Because the rain will never storm And the stars ain't only in the sky Because the stars lay on the floor And I-I-I-I-I I got the city on lock if you wanna explore And baby I be coolin in L.A. (La-la la la la-la) Baby when you're comin to L.A. (La-la la la la-la la la la-la) [Snoop Dogg] I'm from that big blue raggin, tip-toe taggin Mustard and mayonnaise, with Danas on the wagon Brown paper baggin, baby mama naggin Ya either skinny jeans, Gucci'd out or straight saggin Pleasure, and agony, black James Cagney The wood is the wood but the hood is like a cavity So much tragedy, rarely see clarity I'm like a heir-to-be, 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 J La-la la la la-la la la Look at me in my Cadillac car [Chorus Two] [will.i.am] I got L.A. poppin, cars be hoppin No refreshin these hoes, they keep shoppin Sunset droppin, chickenheads flockin No recess, my flows there's no stoppin DeLorean rollin, pockets stay swollen Drive down to ten, East Los is where I'm goin Cholo swagger, qué pasa, what's up? I'm rockin it in L.A. L.A. native, L.A. Raider L.A. Rams motherfuckin traitors L.A. Clippers, L.A. Lakers Trippin off Kobe, you the motherfuckin greatest L.A. Dodgers, finger to the Padres East Los niggaz sayin "Chinga tu madre" La-la la la la-la la la Look at me in my fancy car [Chorus Three: will.i.am + Fergie] In L.A. The place where stars are born And it ain't never cold outside Because the rain will never storm And the stars ain't only in the sky Because the stars lay on the floor And I-I-I-I-I I got the city on lock if you wanna explore And baby I be coolin in (Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton) [The Game] It's time to black out, time to spit this crack out Niggaz been fiendin for this shit, Aftermath a crackhouse The way I spit, niggaz'll think I pulled the Mac out Said the way I spit, niggaz'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 PlayStations I hate waitin, told Dre to put out "Detox", or I'ma do it This is that nigga, "The Chronic" mixed with embalming fluid Bring yo' chin here blood, so I can put this llama to it Disrespectful nigga, see this window? I'll send yo' momma through it Do it for the coast, so we can toast to it Who showed you how the Pirus, the esse's and all the Los do it? Similar to how the Vice Lords and Folks do it You remember Bump J? Out West, 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 fuckin movie poster to it Nigga (Compton) [Outro: The Game] Mitchy, we out blood (Whoa, yea dat)