Game State Of Emergency Lyrics

State Of Emergency Lyrics

California ain't a state it's a army!



 [Verse 1]

          
One motherfucker in the projects killin'

        The same motherfucker
that would burn down the village

                  Wit a cronic 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 black smith & wesson 

           strapped on his
vest and that's his protection

           At the intersection waitin' on
a rival

        cuz  in the city of Angels it's all about survival,

    fuck 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



  [Chorus]

              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 

          
                (2x)



  [Verse 2]

            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 there 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, 

                  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 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 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



   [Chorus]

                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 

                           (2x)



  [Verse 3]



  Call the U.S. government and tell em it's a mutherfuckin 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
L.A.X.

           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 Tec tryin' be Shabba Ranks,
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





   [Chorus]

                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 

         
                 (2x)

                 

                California
ain't a state it's a army!