The Game

[fox69]

"Just Beginning (Where I'm From)"

"Just Beginning (Where I'm From)"


Sometimes I wonder
Man, how long is it gon' be for my people to come out
Man we strugglin, it's hard sometimes, but
Tomorrow's better than yesterday, uhh

[The Game]
I was, born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense of direction, darker complexion
made it hard to live; dad, how you fathered your kids?
Stranded on the highway of life, left us out to die, left us out to dry
Shhhh, I'm still here, my mother's cries
Nigga no father figures make harder niggaz
Through the years, went to war with niggaz from what I saw in the picture
Now your son is bigger, 13, but just like you
Moms said I would grow up and be just like you
From what you did to my sister she disliked you
Sixteen, eleventh grade, look at me just like you
Gunnin for riches, runnin hoppin project fences
Street corners to Arizona, how I earn my digits
And I'm far from finished, gamin 'til my coffee diminish
Why pray for the afterlife when mines just beginnin, huh

[The Game]
Only son by our mother, no brothers, only sisters by this one
Every time I kissed one I missed one, let me explain
Eight years before the game, everything came with pain
Watch the fate of my family slain would never see good times a-gayn
Cursed with pain by a nigga with no shame
My father, that have the same name as his father
My grandfather wouldn't believe, he pulled up our family tree
I can see him rollin over in his coffin
I'm left with often, thoughts of how could you molest your daughter
They say that's ten times worse than manslaughter
Man you oughta, be dead in a grave
But it wasn't my call, so instead you sat in a cage
High-powered, two-hundred and fifty pound, six-five coward
Woulda been dead in an hour
Heard you was scared to take a shower, scared of the yard
Your end is near, you shoulda been scared of God, motherfucker

 

[fox69]

"Just So You Know"

"Just So You Know"


[Intro:]
Anybody
OKE
I need anybody
It's the moment ya'll been waiting for
Anybody I need
Anybody I need
End of school, we had a good run right?
Ha ha

[Verse 1:]
Listening to that Drake, I'm like oh shit!
This nigga Drizzy got me thinking bout my old bitch
You know what? Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch
You got some bottles in your session, you can fuck that bitch
Jesus piece was a motherfucker,
Gotta thank God like a motherfucker
Interscope ain't promote that hoe,
But Jimmy I beast to my motherfucker
I'm back like Joe but in hefty grub
I just signed with Cash Money, yeah nigga, you know it
Spending all my motherfucker money and live like goddamn bitch
Can a motherfucker live?
Can a motherfucker live?
Can a motherfucker live?
Brand new dead, drop top Gatti
Kobin up grove, can a motherfucker live?
Flies and jet, motherfucker live
MIA buzzing like a motherfucking bee
Real nigga here, real nigga career
Body anywhere, nigga, I'm so sincere
Six bottles Ciroc, couple hoes in here
Couple old niggas from a 4-4 in here!
Nigga ain't dolo here
Got desert niggas on the niggas polo here
Bitch back back so my logo clear
It's Rich Gang! Dollar signs on the big chain
Ain't nothing new, I've been fucking with Wayne!

[Hook:]
Hanging out that window, throwing West Side up, like Pac and you know
In the club we're startin to popping off and you know
20 K, a king of diamonds, bitch, and you know
California king, hoe, just so you know
And you know,
And you know
And you know
Just so you know!

[Verse 2:]
Listening to this Big Sean like, "oh shit!"
My lil nigga Kendrick kills you on your own shit
But I fuck with Sean
It's just Compton, nigga
I helped him get his Jesus piece back from the mobsters, nigga!
I've been the middle man for rap niggas and jury niggas
Ask me find that shit like I'm motherfuckin Siri.
IPhone, ass nigga! Five homes, yes nigga!
New coupe slide back with the roof
Hunned 80 proof, gotta throw it back to proof
Air Jordan Ones, North Carolina,
I'm killing these bitches like Ray Keruf
They salute like soldiers, nigga
Give, yo game up like soldiers, nigga
Treat em like lawn chairs, throw them nigga
Still got the West Coast on my shoulders, nigga
Keep to the city, that polices is watching,
A hundred thousand on funerals
Bitches calling me Robin
Cause I'm a hood nigga, doing good, nigga!
I'm God's favorite, I wish you would nigga!

[Hook:]
Hanging out that window, throwing West Side up, like Pac and you know
In the club we're startin to popping off and you know
20 K, a king of diamonds, bitch, and you know
California king, hoe, just so you know
And you know,
And you know
And you know
Just so you know!

 

[fox69]

"Justo Tribute"

"Justo Tribute"


[Justo]
What up? I be the one they call Justo if you didn't know
Trying to check my man DJ Skee with his new mix-tape
Pick it up you square, you heard what I'm said?

[The Game]
It's another sad day in Hip-Hop
We lost another one of our brothers, Justo Faison
We love you, and we'll always miss you
Mix-Tape King, forever

[Chorus]
We'll always love you Justo
We'll always love you Justo
We'll always love you Justo
We'll always love you Justo

[Verse 1]
I picked up my pen four years from the date
Never thought I'd be rapping, and be signed to Dre
Never been to New York, I had to find a way
So I dropped 40 bars on the Clue mix-tape
On the Birdman beat, then my name started buzzing
Aftermath's young gun, and now everybody love him
I hooked up with Gavin, Foxy's little brother
He took me to Kay Slay, and Slay put me on the cover
Drama King, I should of known, 'cause all of the sudden
MC's calling my name and I'm beefing with Joe Budden
That beef came and went, I got at him over Colors
Then caught him at Def Jam and found out, it was nothing
Looked back at my career, staring out at the City
Thinking about the biddin' war between Dre and Diddy
If I was signed to Bad Boy, would 50 be on the Math?
Probably not but maybe Justo wouldn't have crashed

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I remember when Funk Flex first heard me flow
And sway let me freestyle on the wakeup show
Spit over 100 bars then Miss Jones started to host
That's when they start showing me love on the east coast
Then more people found out I was with Dre
And at bodegas I'm on 9 outta 10 of the mix-tapes
I'm workin' on my album and the world can't wait
Cover of the Vibe, and I ain't even have a release date
Then I met Justo he told me if I stay hungry
I'd go platinum and nobody can take that from me
He joked about my rap beefs, I thought it was funny
Gave him a pound then slid him 200 Bars and Runnin'
Went upstairs to change, got dinner at five
Went to Houston's and that's the first time I met Nas
Had Billboard with me and two months later he died
So this is what it sounds like when thugs cry

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Markin' off days on the calendar I can't even sleep
Like a convict, waitin' on January 18th
When the Documentary dropped, it flooded the streets
My mix-tape buzz made me gold the first week
Double platinum in two months
Record labels getting' scared
Cause the kid from Compton selling like Sunny and Cher
Mix-Tape awards came around, glad I was there
To get my award, Mix-Tape Artist of the Year
Stepped on stage, and Justo let 'em know
You might as well crown him the new kind of the West Coast
A couple of months passed we ain't speak
My Sidekick went off "Justo Rest in Peace"
I let everybody from Snoop to Busta know
A car crash just claimed the life of Justo
They say the good die young, if you know like I know
Live your life to the fullest one day we all gotta go

[The Game]
Give a moment of silence
If you're wearing a Fitted Cap take it off
If you driving, pull over to the side of the road
We lost an underground legend
Justo Faison
Mix-tape King
Rest in Peace

 

[fox69]

"Keepin' It Real"

"Keepin' It Real"


I wanna talk to the World and tell em how I feel
How everytime I drop an album one of my niggas get killed
Make a nigga wanna stop spittin'
Plus Interscope be bullshittin' Scott Pippen
This is not livin'
Livin' is when you working a 9-5
Liftin' heavy ass boxes just to stay a-fucking-live
Nigga ain't got a car but he got drive
So he appreciate the rims sittin on his ride
The world going crazy, niggas going crazy
They say the Illuminati affiliated Jay-Z
I'm in this Mercedes seeing how L.A be
My life should be a movie shot by Martin Scorsese
Gun's off safety niggas is Polamalu
The cops killed BIG and drove off in the Impala
And Pac did biz? just to get a couple dollars
Fuck rap, I shoulda took my black ass to college

[Hook]
I'm just tryna be real
I'm just keepin' it real
I'm just tryna be real
I'm just keepin' it real
I'm just keepin' it real

I'm tryna see my kids through college before I gotta die
Still sayin' R.I.P Aaliyah 'fore I gotta fly
Niggas running out of time
So they doing homocide
Gotta take the stand tell the judge and jury their alibi
And they all racist so they giving boys 25
Stand up be a man, and stare straight into his momma eyes
And she still traumatised, her baby boy shot up
Kissed him on the forehead right before he got up
You shot him in the forehead twice before he got up
All over a bitch, nigga the devil wears Prada
Amber Rose wears nada
And that's how she should keep it
'cause you can go Tyra from wearing Victoria's Secrets
They say there's a secret society
To get notoriety from selling your soul to 'em
Nigga you ain't buying me
Only thing for sale is this Phantom
It's Aftermath, that's why I rep the A like Atlanta

[Hook]

They say I look like Kanye or Wale in this Louie napsack
Rather be them than them dumb niggas fucking with Kat Stacks
I smoke kush to get my mind right
I used to listen to Nas to get my rhymes tight
I used to sell them dimes and keep my 9 tight
But now I'm fucking them dimes, but in hindsight
Almost turned on my family for the limelight
And I'mma go see God when the times right
They say the purly gates white but my President black
My money green, the sky blue and that's where heaven is at
I don't carry a gat, but my niggas do
It's like my jumper is off, I let my niggas shoot
And don't none of my niggas do
Take the time to listen
I'll tell you what my niggas do
Scream Suwoo while they dumping out of Bentley coupes?
But I'm just tryna be a good nigga, master
And take this rap money and give this shit to the Pastor

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Khaki Suit"
(feat. T-Pain)

"Khaki Suit"
(feat. T-Pain)



[Verse 1 - The Game:]
She say she like a little bit of Drizzy, a little Weezy
A little Jeezy, a little T-Peezy
But that ain't me see, my phantom ride easy
Peanut butter inside, and she's my Reeses pieces
She gotta be mine, I don't do leases
I wear that baby phat out, like one of Russell's nieces
And I'm talking about the oldest one
And if I had to choose between them, she the coldest one
One Gucci, one Louie, one christian laby
Baby, maybe I should, I should draw the line but she gon' trace me
Walk in Jimmy Choo's and she dance like Stacey
Fuck the window shop she wanna try that thing on
I was like (yup!) but I ain't Trey Songz, I write Dre songs
And I bang Drake songs, I run this town
What the fuck is they on?

[Hook - T-Pain:]
I don't trust her
I shouldn't be within a thousand feet of her
But I love her
And if somebody else touch her, I go hard
Keep it sharp like the crease in my Khaki suit
She like my khaki suit she like my khaki suit yeah yeah

[Verse 2 - The Game:]
She says she's in the fashion
So I told her to a imagine
Gucci, Louie, Mark Jacob bags and
She on the catwalk, Tyra Banks she passed them
Love True Religions but can't fit the ass in
A size two, so what we gon' do is take it the Beyoncé's stylist
And she be wylin
Sayin that my rap be violent
I know how to keep that silent
Take her far, far from the hood, where ain't no sirens
Unless she listenin' to Howard Stern on Sirius
No, I mean Sirius, cause she's so serious
And I kills the cat, when the cat get curious
And you can take me as that, biohazarding
You should have your hazmat
If I took your girl, you can have your cat back
This the 106 new joint, and she just a flash back

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Kill Everything"
(feat. Diddy)

"Kill Everything"
(feat. Diddy)



Operation kill everything kill everything
Married to myself fuck a wedding ring
Tried that shit twice
Gave that girl everything
She a good woman
She got good goals
Love her to death but can't be in that fishbowl
Niggas gotta live and what the fuck does it matter?
If I take care of my kids
I got three of them little niggas
And every time they smile
I see me in them little niggas
I get my heart I get my soul
And nobody fucking with me till Harlem 20 years old
Any day I'm gonna retire
Look back at my career
Like I started from the bottom
Now I'm motherfuckin here
Look back at my career like I started

Started to do something
Shit I've been working out for two summers
In the gym I piled on cruel summer
When everybody doping your clique you do numbers
But I ain't got no clique
Still got the same cars and broads sucking my dick
Still fuck the same stars that up in my six
Still finding old panties and broads up in my whip
This bitch got my dick hard as Rock Nation
That's like Cole and Hove at a show keeping fans waiting
And you know they ain't go do that
Girl go and do that
Guess it's time to turn up
I got a whole lot of marijuana to burn up
And I ain't mean to make you stop
But it ain't a party without aqua hydrate and Ciroc so

What's up? It's yo boy Diddy man
I'm just getting back from Vegas
Yeah man, party was off the chain
I'm back in sunny California and it never rains
Yeah yeah yeah all that man
So I decided to throw a white party man
So I'm at the mansion now
Got the pool, filled it up with aqua hydrate
So you know when the chicks in the pool, they correctly balanced
And also got Ciroc fountains overflowing
Blue dot, red dot, white dot
I want you to come bring the whole crew
Bring out West Coast love
The whole white party man
And we gonna leave colors at home, I know you wanna be all red man
But you gotta wear all white to this one man
You gotta wear all white to this one man
I see y'all like the white party at the mansion man
Y'all let's get it, love
Ay yo chop, for real, wear all white

Love it's Ash, I got this fired up Kush from my cousin
I'm a come over and smoke it later alright?
Alright

Hey Lucky it's Andrea
Calling you from this bitch Ashley's house
I'm bout to suck the skin off yo dick
And she ain't even know it
Hey Lucky it's Andrea
Calling you from this bitch Ashley's house
I'm bout to suck the skin off yo dick
And she ain't even know it

Guess we're going to Diddy's
It ain't a party without the king of the fucking city
Handsome ass nigga these bitches is fucking with me
Woke up in that new Bugatti
These pigs ain't fuckin' with me
I'm like Dr. J with his frown
Something like Boston Georgia with the blow
Pumping white hat, I got it just so you know
Slumber life I'm zipping up all this dough
Summer nights we at toxic with all these hoes
Then we back at the mansion take off them clothes
I let my niggas hit it first
I'm in and out
Just as fast as niggas spit a verse then they out
Then I'm back to the booth
Rollin up sipping something 80 proof
And I don't chase the liquor or these hoes
Heard Jordan got some new shit out book order those
Just bought me a ghost like where the Rolls
Perrier at the club with all my bros
Can't get none of my bitches to get these hoes
Plus I sit back and still get paid like Derrick Rose

Stat we then started something
Stat we then started something
Stat we then started something
Ready to die almighty get a car or something
Unzip that Louie, go buy a car or something
We just started something
Stat we just started something
Ready to die almighty get a car or something

 

[fox69]

"Krazy"

"Krazy"


[Intro:]
Big things come in small packages motherfucker.

[Hook:]
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona drop something.
You dont really want it better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona pop something.
You dont really ant it niga better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something

[Verse 1:]
Man look at the wheels the motherfucking wheels, black ?? bloods,
You niggas know the deal fuck lamborghini doors niga I ride stock and fuck you lil rap niggas homie I buy pac,
Dude told me long time ago joy is pain you sell 5 million records some shit gona change he was right I traded the coupe
And got me a range, no ice to black diamonds in my black wall chain, you know I'm gona ride and aint shit change
But the right to claim both sides (east side west side !) notorious ! nigas know me down in best style,
Blowing sticky with them crookland kids, hit switches on the brookland bridge speakers banging I'm going going,
Big took you there and game recognize game dont play me homie you think cuz I'm a millioner I wont spray you homey

[Hook:]
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona drop something.
You really dont want it niga better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona pop something.
You dont really want it niga better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something

[Verse 2:]
Its only been 12 months I lost a few friends, had my baby mama bust the windows out of my bens,
Hip hop police on me every city I'm in well, hell me and low dipping again 3 wheel motion chrome spokes on the rims
Run up on us watch that.38 revolver spin I'm rich game bitch I made a few mill now the 64 impala got a paul wall grill
They say I moved out the hood I aint keeping it real so I took the projects back and put it on top of the hill I'm hungry,
Still rap like I aint got no deal, you can pop that cristal but niga I pop steel I'm going diamond I put that on my unborn child
Im almost dead I ran 99 miles bitches they used to diss me they feeling me now they say I rap like I'm from new york and they like my style

[Hook:]
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona drop something.
You really dont want it niga better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona pop something.
You dont really want it niga better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something

[Bridge:]
This can be the day you get richer, this can be the day you try,
This can be the day you walk away or this can be the day you die

[Verse 3:]
Yeah motherfucker you hear my shit in the club when you do know 9 out of 10 times I'm in the club stop fucking with cristal
I cant pay that price I take a 20.40 ounces and a bucket of ice pour it on my nigas now they flooded with ice nigas
Hate me to mu death cuz I'm loving my life I can walk through any hood I payed that cost I aitn felt disco
Since I got shot in the hearth 27 years old put the ?? on the porch 27 covers from double xl to the source
Dr. dre choose me to cary the torch, I spit cuz the
D o c lost his voice

[Hook:]
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona drop something.
You really dont want it better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona pop something.
You dont really want it better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something

 

[fox69]

"Krush Groove"
(feat. Get Low, JT)

"Krush Groove"
(feat. Get Low, JT)



[JT]
We on our third song, we on our third song, heyyeyy

You understand it, I'm official with mine; I'm double-clutchin
on the fo'-wheel, pushin quarters like niggaz doin dope deals
Fo' cut 50 like a verse and a half
I cut the brick and now we countin the math, we 'bout that birdplay
My crew's committed, you dudes gon' get it
Have a seat you through when I'm finished, my troopers is fitted
Got 'em posted out in Brooklyn, Hollis Queens to the Bridge
We in the studio the Figgaro done did it again
We got factors out in the ditch where they smackin a bitch
I got homies out in the Bronx where they bustin at cops
It ain't no game with the underground, came from the underground
Pushin a hundred thousand, we out the trunk, never browsin
JT, another boss from the Bay
And rest in peace to my boy Mac Dre, what'chu say nigga?
JT, another boss from the Bay
And rest in peace to my boy Mac Dre, motherfucker

[Nina B]
Hey yo it seem to me like e'rybody got they own truth
Believe me I'm in them sheets like phonebooths
I play the game I was born to score
But I'm a lil' too cute for them corner stores
A little too, known, to stand on the block
And a lil' too eager to sit in the spot
Mami, I'm from the Eastside, yup yes that side
Heads fly if I open ya chest that wide
Gimme a bad vibe end up on ya backside
Or you can get your back and side splatted in back of ya ride
And I can make it happen, if I don't make it rappin
This lump of Satan I'm packin thrash 'em with a major passion
I slash ya face and fracture you flashin in the latest fashion
And have you dashin from Manhattan all the way to Aspen
Your shit is whack, heard your tape and had to take an aspirin
Step ya game up

[instrumental break]

[unknown Get Low male]
Listen, before I get up in the mornin I ask the Lord for strength
Tryin to get my niggaz out the hood, you know how the forces get
It's like the devil got a hold of my neck
And I'm gettin this change runnin 'round reppin my set
Momma used to look at me funny; she could tell her baby boy changed
Must be out there gettin some money
But it's a price for everything, you know how the game go
For them birds niggaz'll cock back the calico
Now you introduced to the beef, what'chu gon' do now?
Bitch up, skid in your crib, or pull them tools out?
A lot of niggaz is real, a lot of niggaz is fake
A lot of niggaz shake your hand and shake hands with Jake

[another Get Low male]
Fuck what'chu heard, I startled your brain
I hit the spot like a {?} in ballers and jeans
On some eighty-eight shit, more "Raw" than Kane
It's not my fault she looked at me - you better talk to your dame
That's just, part of the game and you got served
Who got nerve cause Lethal hard like Tupac words
And, why y'all Chucks always actin like tough guys
You must be trippin or you slippin on mudslides
And in the hood you see it's different from one time
What's your bloodline, play the strip to the sunshine
And I don't even know why I'm wastin my breath
I oughta be like Makaveli and be fakin my death
I keep that good shit it's tastin so fresh
And all y'all sloppy Joe niggaz yo y'all makin a mess
We on the way to yo' nap, so put your tapes in the deck
And spit in a hundred bars straight without breakin a sweat

 

[fox69]

"L.A. Times"

"L.A. Times"


[Verse 1]
When Them Niggas Start Shooting thats When the Shots
Get the Pourin, you Only Got one Shot To Hit The Floor And
Just Take This One Shot as a Warning
Cause Tomorrow Could Be A Wake Like Good Morning
Back on the block like I never left, it's Friday
Hi Ms. Parker, I've been cooking, I'm a forever chef
And The Recipe IS Legendary
I Put Niggas Careers to End Early Like February
Then I come back Marchin
Hit you with april Showers, them Shots
Kill Niggas Like abortion
Cause No Body Care About The Nigga That Ain't There
Then Miss You until They Kiss You and You Going in The Ground
with maggots eating your tissue
Similar to the way the Shit Do
These are los Angeles Times Niggas Get Your Issue

[Chorus]
Sweet things You Do?
And set My heart Of Love
Now I Want You To Know
And remind Me,yeah yeah Oh Ohh
Of L.A Time

[Verse 2]
Fuck Yall,
Poll up on Em 20 Inch wherever's and Get My Block
Get To Watching cause Avery time I Hit My Block
They Think I'm Flossing
Careven makes My Block Look Like a auction
cause My Block Is My Blocks misfortune
5 huned On The Skills You Gone Waited
It ain't Hard Enough Throw On Stove
And Soutee it
Mixed in, Started Up, break It Down, rock It Up
Looked This Shit
It's Architecture How I Chop It Up
Alot Of Fiends on my block but it's not enough
Champagne pourin when criiss style Bottles bust
For a millionaires and billionairs money to the sell in here
patron got you gone trough pull in the air
I been trough a lot of shit when I'm still here
Even fuck magic Jonson bitch and I'm still here
Shit I'm legend no wheel here
But if you kill my dog I put You in the wheel chair

[Chorus]
See Me What You Do?
And set My heart Of Love
Now I Want You To Know
And remind Me,yeah yeah Oh Ohh
Of L.A Time
Such Your Haters
Always Hatin On
You Gone Hatin On me
You know Them Haters
Always Hatin
Why You Hatin? On Me

[Verse 3]
Niggas know I sell my rocks every morning
7 o'clock me and my rocks was out the door and
Growin up in my projects was a project
But me and my project bitch got them pass flip
No patience so I had to ride sick
ride dirty on the T.I Tip
Three wheel motion always make the ride Tip
It's all eyes on me and my bitch
Even L.A cops was on my shit
Thank god that my rocks was on my bitch
Now it's time to flip the page on you niggas
I blue up like a grenade on you niggas
I went got paid on you niggas
I'm Bollin MJ on you niggas
I'm a star drop a shit every day on you niggas
Front page on you niggas

 

[fox69]

"LA"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, Will.I.Am & Fergie)

"LA"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, Will.I.Am & Fergie)



[Hook - 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 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

[Verse 1 - The Game:]
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

[Hook - will.I.am & Fergie:]
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

[Verse 2 - Snoop Dogg:]
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

[Hook - will.I.am & Fergie:]
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

[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'
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

[Hook - will.I.am & Fergie:]
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)

[Verse 4 - The Game:]
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