J.R. Rotem - State of Emergency lyrics

[Intro] California ain't a state it's a army! [Verse 1: The Game] One motherf**er in the projects k**in' The same motherf**er that would burn down the village Where the chronic 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 n***a 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 the rival Cuz in the city of Angels it's all about survival f** the 5-0, They wanna see you DOA, welcome to L.A 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 [Hook: Ice Cube (The Game)] Motherf**ers 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 f**in' palm trees (California ain't a state it's a army Motherf**ers 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 f**in' palm trees) California ain't a state it's a army [Verse 2: The Game] Jumped in my impala took a trip to the swap meet To scoop up EGO trippin and some white T's Cus some n***as in my old hood don't like me Time to put the n***as on check, like my Nike's Shoulda heard my my n***a Mack 10 on the chirp All I need is me and my b**h If you scared go to church Cuz in Califorinia n***as crack heads for the turf And life ain't nuthin but Teck-9's and dirt Dippin through the 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 n***as before I roll witta b**h If it don't make dollars it don't make sense And I almost got shot because I hit a fence [Hook] [Verse 3: The Game] Call the U.S. government and tell em it's a mutherf**in code red n***as tried to straight up jack me and now they both dead Third little n***a 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 L.A.X Where there ain't nuthin but fly b**hes and jets In and out of lanes and I almost wrecked Off Brand a n***a in the 600 throwin up his set He must don't know I got the 40 on deck And the tec tryin be sh** time to flex It's the third this sh** 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 f**in face [Hook] [Outro] California ain't a state it's a army!