Documentary - Game
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'ma 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
Artist: Game
Title: Documentary