[Chorus: will.i.am]
I'm coolin' 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 got the city on lock if you wanna explore,
And, baby, I been coolin' in LA.
[Verse 1: The Game]
Pull up to the Roscoe's,
Only guy here, ‘cause niggas 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,
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, mane.
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, look at me in my Impala.
[Chorus: will.i.am & Fergie]
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 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!
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
I'm from that big blue raggin', tip toe taggin',
Mustard and mayonnaise, with Dyna's on the wagon,
Brown paper baggin', baby mama naggin',
You 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 adobe, 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, look at me in my Cadillac car
[Chorus: will.i.am & Fergie]
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 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!
[Verse 3: will.i.am]
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, qué pasa? Wassup?
I'm rockin it in LA.
LA native, LA Raider, LA Rams, mothafuckin' traitors!
LA Clippers, LA Lakers, trippin' off Kobe, you the mothafuckin' greatest!
LA Dodgers, finger to the Padres,
East Los niggas sayin' chinga tu madre!
La-la-la-la-la, look at me in my fancy car.
[Chorus: will.i.am & Fergie]
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 got the city on lock if you wanna explore,
And, baby, I been coolin' in
Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton…
[Verse 4: The Game]
It's time to blackout, time to spit this crack out,
Niggas been finding for this shit, Aftermath a 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 Imma do it.
This is that, nigga, the chronic mixed with embalming fluid,
Bring your chin here, blood, so I can put this llama 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 Eses 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!