Call Up the Homies Ludacris (Ft. The Game & Willy Northpole)

[Verse 1: Ludacris & The Game]
I just touched down in killa Cali, strapped up my boots
Got scooped up by Game so I hopped up in the Coupe
Ahh, whattup nigga?
What the hell is goin on?
I'm tryin to ease back and get my head in the zone
Then where the fuck you tryin to go?
Nigga this yo' city
Anywhere, I'm just tryin to see some ass and titties
So fool mash the gas, the night is young
All bullshit aside I'm tryin to have some fun
Hit the hop in Lakewood, or ride down Slauson
Or the casino, they say it's just like Compton
Really doesn't matter, long as shots don't rang out
Nigga I stay strapped, I don't wanna pull the thang out
Well keep the heat heat right up under the seat
And let's roll to Roscoe's and grab somethin to eat
But check your rearview mirror, I swear somebody's followin
Rollin in that dark blue SS Impala and
All up on the bumper, man I'm just sayin
Tell me you know this nigga
Nah, they better stop playin
He sped up around and drove right in front of us
Could be one-time just tryin to bust one of us
'Til he smashed the brakes and we almost hit him
Throwin signs out the window like somethin was wrong wit him
Before we jump out and get ready to clown
Nigga call up the homies, it's about to go down