Game - State of Emergency

(feat. Ice Cube) California ain't a state it's an army [Verse 1:] One motherfucker in the projects killin The same motherfucker 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 nigga 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 Fuck the 5-0 they wanna see you DOA welcome to LA 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 [Chorus:] [Ice Cube:] Motherfuckers 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 fuckin palm trees [The Game:] California ain't a state it's a army Motherfuckers 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 fuckin palm trees [Ice Cube:] California ain't a state it's a army [Verse 2:] 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 ass in check like my nikes Shoulda hit my nigga mack 10 on the chirp All I need is me and my bitch if you scared go to church Cause them california niggas crack <b>...</b>