Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song LA, artist - The Game.
Date of issue: 21.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
LA |
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 |
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 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 Ciroc with Patron here |
Don’t walk around alone here, everybody 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 |
100 days, 100 nights, we killin' 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 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 |
I’m from that big blue raggin', tip toe taggin' |
Mustard and mayonnaise, with on the wagon |
Brown paper baggin', baby mama naggin' |
the skinny jeans, gucci straight saggin' |
Pleasure of, and agony, black jeans Cagney |
The wood is the wood, but the hood is like a cavity |
So much tragedy, rarely see clarity |
I’m like a, 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 |
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 |
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' |
DeLorian rollin', pockets stay swollen |
Drive down to, East Los is where I’m goin' |
Cholo swagger, qe pasa wassup? |
I’m rockin it, (inhale?) |
LA native, LA Raider, LA Rams, motherfucken' 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, Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton) |
It’s time to blackout, time to spit this crack out |
Niggas been fiendin' for this shit, aftermath, crackhouse |
The way I spit, niggas’ll think I pulled the mack 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’m a 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 see ya 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, I’ll rest, 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 fucken movie poster to it, nigga |