[Intro: will.i.am]
What's up California?
Looks like it's gonna be clear skies out there for you today
It's gonna be a nice day to bring the low-low's out
Maybe see some palm trees
So I got a nice record for you
It's the brand-new Dogg Pound
Produced by (Rick Rock Beats)
[Verse 1: will.i.am]
What's up, puto, it's that blolo
Coulda been, woulda been a black cholo
Runnin' through the hood, that was my cardio
Raised by the wolves, I love my barrio
They know Willie got grande huevos
Rolled through a starter court to see my ghetto
Livin' in the projects, life was hazardous
You don't want no problems with Los Angeles
You don't want no problems, or no puedo
I know paisas that fight peros
Big Boyle Heights, we live life loco
On a six-street bridge, cruisin' low-lows
I love cholas, I say, ay noja
What a big ass, but she's not a torta
I'ma be a down ass fool, ay noja
I'ma rock my socks, high like [?]
[Verse 2: Kurupt]
Welcome, this the plan (The plan)
Come, just take my hand (My hand)
People come to LA, and they just can't leave the land
Rollin' down Crenshaw, rollin' down Sunset
Rollin' through Malibu, rollin' to the sunset
I like it, you love it
This the place where all y'all comin'
Expensive cars, movie stars
You love the breeze, and our weed
I'm at the bar, here we are
Six-two Chevy's, palm trees, nowadays it's Harleys
Once you come, you'll never leave (You'll never leave)
The only thing you'll be thinkin' of—
[Chorus J. Rey Soul & will.i.am]
It's that LA kinda love (It's that LA kinda love, we love LA)
The weather makes you love me better
That LA kinda love (It's that LA kinda love, we love LA)
The touch is like a breeze, through the palm trees (Palm trees)
You'll never get enough (It's that LA kinda love, we love LA)
The weather makes you love me better
That LA kinda love (It's that LA kinda love, we love LA)
The touch is like a breeze, through the palm trees
That LA kinda love
[Verse 2: Daz Dillinger]
Let me take you by the place that I truly adore
Where the sun shines bright, I can't ask for more
I love the West Coast, where the vibes are right
In the city of the Angels when you're landing your flight
Cruising down the Ave with the top down low
Full of rhythm of the city when the bass go, they go (Go)
It's more than just the city, it's the state of mind
You know we having hella fun all the time
Raise your hand if you're feeling the same
Daz and Kurupt, Death Row, you know the name
In LA, where the journey begins
Where you could be lovers, and you could be friends
From the Boulevard neon lights
We paint the city with the music, yeah, dreams are bright (Alright)
From the palm trees swinging from the smoke and the bud
Just to let you know
[Chorus J. Rey Soul & will.i.am]
It's that LA kinda love (It's that LA kinda love, we love LA)
The weather makes you love me better
That LA kinda love (It's that LA kinda love, we love LA)
The touch is like a breeze, through the palm trees (Palm trees)
You'll never get enough (It's that LA kinda love, we love LA)
The weather makes you love me better
That LA kinda love (It's that LA kinda love, we love LA)
The touch is like a breeze, through the palm trees
That LA kinda love (LA, LA, LA)
It's that LA kinda love (LA)
It's that LA kinda love, we love LA (It's that LA kinda love, we love LA)
The weather makes you love me better
That LA kinda love (It's that LA kinda love, we love LA)
The touch is like a breeze, through the palm trees (Palm trees)
You'll never get enough (It's that LA kinda love, we love LA)
The weather makes you love me better
That LA kinda love (It's that LA kinda love, we love LA)
It's that LA kinda love