Game - State of Emergency

California ain't a state it's a army! [Verse 1] One motherf**kin nigga in the projects killin' The same motherf**ker that would burn down the villains Where the niggas blunt full of that You know, who gone take you back to Compton In that 6 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 the robber cuz in the city of Angels it's all about survival, motherf**k the 5-0, 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 [Chorus] Motherf**kers 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**kin 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 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 the jungles, my escalade hit a dip Here come the gorillas in the mist and they dressed like Ice Cube was in 96 <b>...</b>