The Game - State Of Emergency (Feat. Ice Cube)

One of the fuckin
in the projects killin
The same mother fucker
that would burn
down the villains
Where the niggas
blunt full of that
You know who gone take you
back to Compton In
that 64 two door
Sub woofers in the trunk
kickin that lethal injection
A hood nigga lost
with no direction
so he bought
a blacksmith & wesson
strapped on his vest
and that's his protection
At the intersection
waitin on the robber
cuz in the city of Angels
it's all about survival
motherfuck the 50
They wanna see you
DOA welcome to LA
Where the ghetto birds
flyin over my auntie's
and my cuzin's house
tell me what they buzzin bout
the little homie got smoked
on the corner
And now his momma cryin
dead in califronia
Mother fuckers ain't gone 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
Mother fuckers ain't gone 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
Jumped in my impala
took a trip to the swap meat
The scoop bought EGO
trippin and some white T's
Cus some niggas
in my old hood don't like me
time to put the niggas
on check like my Nike's
shoulda heard my my nigga
Mack 10 on the chirp
All I need is me and my bitch
If you scared go to church
Cuz in Califorinia niggas
crack heads for the turf
And life ain't nuthin
but Teck 9's and dirt
Dippin through the jungles
my escalade hit a dip
Here come the gorillas
in the mist
and they dressed like
Ice Cube was in 96
Stone cold jherri curl
and not one drip
I sleep with the worms before
I swim with the fish
And I ride with my niggas before
I roll witta bitch
If it don't make dollars
it don't make sense
And I almost got shot because
I hit a fence
Motherfuckers ain't gone 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
Motherfuckers ain't gone 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
Call the US government
and tell em
it's a muther fuckin code red
Niggas tried to straight
up jack me
and now they both dead
third little nigga
got away on his mo ped
caught him 'round the corner
put the beam on his forehead
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 LAX
where there ain't nuthin
but fly bitches and checks
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 teck tryin be Sh
time to flex
it's the third 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
Motherfuckers ain't gone 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 Mother fuckers
ain't gone 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

California ain't
a state it's a army

One of the fuckin
in the projects killin
The same mother fucker
that would burn
down the villains
Where the niggas
blunt full of that
You know who gone take you
back to Compton In
that 64 two door
Sub woofers in the trunk
kickin that lethal injection
A hood nigga lost
with no direction
so he bought
a blacksmith & wesson
strapped on his vest
and that's his protection
At the intersection
waitin on the robber
cuz in the city of Angels
it's all about survival
motherfuck the 50
They wanna see you
DOA welcome to LA
Where the ghetto birds
flyin over my auntie's
and my cuzin's house
tell me what they buzzin bout
the little homie got smoked
on the corner
And now his momma cryin
dead in califronia
Mother fuckers ain't gone 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
Mother fuckers ain't gone 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
Jumped in my impala
took a trip to the swap meat
The scoop bought EGO
trippin and some white T's
Cus some niggas
in my old hood don't like me
time to put the niggas
on check like my Nike's
shoulda heard my my nigga
Mack 10 on the chirp
All I need is me and my bitch
If you scared go to church
Cuz in Califorinia niggas
crack heads for the turf
And life ain't nuthin
but Teck 9's and dirt
Dippin through the jungles
my escalade hit a dip
Here come the gorillas
in the mist
and they dressed like
Ice Cube was in 96
Stone cold jherri curl
and not one drip
I sleep with the worms before
I swim with the fish
And I ride with my niggas before
I roll witta bitch
If it don't make dollars
it don't make sense
And I almost got shot because
I hit a fence
Motherfuckers ain't gone 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
Motherfuckers ain't gone 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
Call the US government
and tell em
it's a muther fuckin code red
Niggas tried to straight
up jack me
and now they both dead
third little nigga
got away on his mo ped
caught him 'round the corner
put the beam on his forehead
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 LAX
where there ain't nuthin
but fly bitches and checks
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 teck tryin be Sh
time to flex
it's the third 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
Motherfuckers ain't gone 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 Mother fuckers
ain't gone 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

California ain't
a state it's a army

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