[Produced by will.i.am]

[Chorus: will.i.am]

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

[Verse 1: The Game]

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

[Chorus: will.i.am & Fergie, will.i.am]

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

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]

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 J

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, look at me in my Cadillac car

[Chorus: will.i.am & Fergie, will.i.am]

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

[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, que pasa wassup?

I'm rockin it in LA

LA native, LA Raider, LA Rams, motherfuck them 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

[Chorus 2: 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, 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 fiending for this shit, Aftermath a crack house

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 PlayStations

I hate waiting

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 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 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 fucking movie poster to it, nigga

(Compton)

[Outro: The Game]

Mitchy, we out Blood

(Woop, yeadat)