State of Emergency (Feat. Ice Cube)
California ain't a state it's a army!
(Game)
One mothafucka in the projects killin'
The same mothafucka that'd burn down the village
With a chronic blunt full of that
You know, who gon' take you back to Compton, in that 6-4 two door
Sub woofers in the trunk kickin' that lethal injection
A hood nigga lost with no direction
So he bought a black Smith & Wesson
Strapped on his vest and that's his protection
At the intersection waitin' on a rival
Cause in the city of Angels it's all about survival
Fuck the 5-0, they wanna see you D.O.A., welcome to L.A.
Where the ghetto birds flyin over my auntie's and my cousin's house
Tell me what they buzzin bout'
The little homie got smoked on the corner
And now his momma cryin', dead in California
One mothafucka in the projects killin'
The same mothafucka that'd burn down the village
With a chronic blunt full of that
You know, who gon' take you back to Compton, in that 6-4 two door
Sub woofers in the trunk kickin' that lethal injection
A hood nigga lost with no direction
So he bought a black Smith & Wesson
Strapped on his vest and that's his protection
At the intersection waitin' on a rival
Cause in the city of Angels it's all about survival
Fuck the 5-0, they wanna see you D.O.A., welcome to L.A.
Where the ghetto birds flyin over my auntie's and my cousin's house
Tell me what they buzzin bout'
The little homie got smoked on the corner
And now his momma cryin', dead in California
(Chorus) (With Ice Cube)
Motherfuckers ain't gon' learn
Till the chronic blunt don't burn
And you can't see nuthin' but the ghetto bird light shinin
Through the fuckin' palm trees
California ain't a state it's a army
(2x)
Motherfuckers ain't gon' learn
Till the chronic blunt don't burn
And you can't see nuthin' but the ghetto bird light shinin
Through the fuckin' palm trees
California ain't a state it's a army
(2x)
(Game)
Jumped in my Impala took a trip to the swap meet
To scoop up Ego Trippin and some white T's
Cause some niggas in my old hood don't like me
Time to put they ass in check, like my Nike's
Shoulda' hit my my nigga Mack 10 on the chirp
All I need is me and my bitch
You scared go to church
Cause in California niggas crack heads for the turf
And life ain't nothin' but Tech-9's and dirt
Dippin through the the jungles, my Escalade hit a dip
Fuck, here come the gorillas in the mist
And they dressed like Ice Cube was in 96
Stone cold jheri curls and not one drip
I sleep with the worms before I swim with the fish
And I ride with my niggas before I roll with a bitch
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
And I almost got shot cause' I couldn't hit a fence
Jumped in my Impala took a trip to the swap meet
To scoop up Ego Trippin and some white T's
Cause some niggas in my old hood don't like me
Time to put they ass in check, like my Nike's
Shoulda' hit my my nigga Mack 10 on the chirp
All I need is me and my bitch
You scared go to church
Cause in California niggas crack heads for the turf
And life ain't nothin' but Tech-9's and dirt
Dippin through the the jungles, my Escalade hit a dip
Fuck, here come the gorillas in the mist
And they dressed like Ice Cube was in 96
Stone cold jheri curls and not one drip
I sleep with the worms before I swim with the fish
And I ride with my niggas before I roll with a bitch
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
And I almost got shot cause' I couldn't hit a fence
(Chorus) (With Ice Cube)
Motherfuckers ain't gon' learn
Till the chronic blunt don't burn
And you can't see nuthin' but the ghetto bird light shinin
Through the fuckin' palm trees
California ain't a state it's a army
(2x)
Motherfuckers ain't gon' learn
Till the chronic blunt don't burn
And you can't see nuthin' but the ghetto bird light shinin
Through the fuckin' palm trees
California ain't a state it's a army
(2x)
(Game)
Call the U.S. Government and tell em it's a muthafuckin' Code Red
Niggas tried to straight up jack me now they both dead
Third little nigga got away on his moped
Caught him 'round the corner put the beam on his fo'head
Jumped in the Impala then smashed through the light
Without a one time in sight
So I bust a right on Century headed to the L.A.X.
Where there ain't nuthin but fly bitches and jets
In and out of lanes and I almost wrecked
Off Brand a nigga in the 600 throwin up his set
He must don't know I got the 40 on deck
And the tech' tryin' be Shabba Ranks time to flex
It's the third time this shit happened to me all day
Guess it's time to add another dead body to the throw away
So I turned down my Spice 1 tape and hit the switch
Emptied the whole clip in his fuckin' face
Call the U.S. Government and tell em it's a muthafuckin' Code Red
Niggas tried to straight up jack me now they both dead
Third little nigga got away on his moped
Caught him 'round the corner put the beam on his fo'head
Jumped in the Impala then smashed through the light
Without a one time in sight
So I bust a right on Century headed to the L.A.X.
Where there ain't nuthin but fly bitches and jets
In and out of lanes and I almost wrecked
Off Brand a nigga in the 600 throwin up his set
He must don't know I got the 40 on deck
And the tech' tryin' be Shabba Ranks time to flex
It's the third time this shit happened to me all day
Guess it's time to add another dead body to the throw away
So I turned down my Spice 1 tape and hit the switch
Emptied the whole clip in his fuckin' face
(Chorus) (With Ice Cube)
Motherfuckers ain't gon' learn
Till the chronic blunt don't burn
And you can't see nuthin' but the ghetto bird light shinin
Through the fuckin' palm trees
California ain't a state it's a army
(2x)
Motherfuckers ain't gon' learn
Till the chronic blunt don't burn
And you can't see nuthin' but the ghetto bird light shinin
Through the fuckin' palm trees
California ain't a state it's a army
(2x)
California ain't a state it's a army!