LA (feat. Snoop Dogg, will.i.am & Fergie) feat. Snoop Dogg,will.i.am,Fergie

歌詞

I'm cooling in LA 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 been cooling in LA 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, politicin' 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 Cîroc with Patrón 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, Alameda, 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 In LA 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 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 I'm from that big blue raggin', tip toe taggin' Mustard and mayonnaise, with Daynas on the wagon Brown paper baggin', baby mama naggin' You're either skinny jeans, Gucci belt 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 jay La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, look at me in my Cadillac car In LA 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 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 I got LA poppin', cars be hoppin' No refreshing these hoes, they keep shoppin' Sunset droppin', chicken heads flockin' No recess, my flows, there's no stoppin' DeLorean rollin', pockets stay swollen Drive down the 10, East Los is where I'm goin' Cholo swagger, que pasa wassup? I'm rockin it in LA LA native, LA Raider, LA Rams, motherfuckin' traitors LA Clippers, LA Lakers, trippin' off Kobe, you the motherfuckin' greatest LA Dodgers, finger to the Padres East Los niggas sayin' chinga tu madre 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 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 been coolin' in- (Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton) It's time to blackout, time to spit this crack out Niggas been fiending for this shit, Aftermath a crackhouse The way I spit, niggas'll think I pulled the Mac 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 waitin' I told Dre to put out Detox, or I'mma 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 send your 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 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) Mitchy, we out Blood (Woop, yeadat)