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

California ain't a state it's an army

One m**********r in the projects killin

The same m**********r that'll 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 whoofers in the trunk kickin that lethal injection

A hood ni**a lost with no direction

So we bought a blacksmith in western

Strapped on his vest and that's his protection

At the intersection waitin on arrival

Cause in the city of angels it's all about survival

F**k the 5-0 they wanna see you D.O.A welcome to L.A.

Where the ghetto birds flying over my aunties and my cousin house

Tell me what they buzzin bout the lil homie got smoked on the corner

And now his momma cryin dead in california

Motherf**kers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn

And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the f**kin palm trees

California ain't a state it's a army

Motherf**kers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn

And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the f**kin palm trees

California ain't a state it's a army

Jumped in my impala took a trip to the swap meet

To scoop up ego trippin and a white t

Cause some niggas in my old hood don't like me

Time to put they a** in check like my nikes

Shoulda hit my ni**a mack 10 on the chirp

All I need is me and my b***h if you scared go to church

Cause them california niggas crack heads for the turf

And life ain't nothin but tech nines and dirt

Dippin through the jungles my escalade hit a dip f**k

Here come the gorillas in the mist

And they dressed like ice cube was in 96'

Stone cold jerry curls not one drip

I'll sleep with the worms 'fore I swim with the fish

And I'll ride with my niggas 'fore I roll with a b**ch

If it don't make dollars it don't make sense

And I almost got shot cause I could'nthit a fence

Motherf**kers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn

And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the f**kin palm trees

California ain't a state it's a army

Motherf**kers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn

And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the f**kin palm trees

California ain't a state it's a army

Call the U.S. government and tell em it's a motherf**kin code red

Niggas try to straight up jack me now they both dead

Third lil ni**a got away on his moped

Caught him round the corner put the beam on his forehead

Jumped in the impala then smashed through the light

Without him one time in sight so I bust a right

Oh century headed to the L.A.X where ain't nothin but fly b**ches and jets

In and out of lanes and I almost wrecked

He must don't know I got the 40 on deck and the tech

Tryna be

Guess it's time to add another dead body to the doorway

So I turned down my spice one tape and hit the switch

Emptied the whole clip in his f**kin face

Motherf**kers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn

And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the f**kin palm trees

California ain't a state it's a army

Motherf**kers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't

And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the f**kin palm trees

California ain't a state it's a army

California ain't a state it's a army