[The Game] California ain´t a state, it´s a army!
[The Game] One motherfucker in the projects killin´
The same motherfucker that´ll would burn down the village Where the chronic blunt full of that you know Who gon´ 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 the rival 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 flyin over my auntie´s and my cousin´s house Tell me what they buzzin ´bout
The little homie got smoked on the corner And now his momma cryin´, dead in Califronia
[Ice Cube & The Game] Motherfuckers ain´t gon´ learn, ´til the chronic blunt don´t burn And you can´t see nothin´ but the ghetto bird Light shinin through the fuckin´ palm trees California ain´t a state, it´s a army Motherfuckers ain´t gone learn, ´til the chronic blunt don´t burn And you can´t see nothin´ but the ghetto bird Light shinin through the fuckin´ palm trees California ain´t a state, it´s a army
[The Game] Jumped in my Impala, took a trip to the swap meet To scoop up "Ego Trippin" and some white T´s
Cause 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 Cause in Califorinia, niggas crack heads for the turf And life ain´t nothin but TEC-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 jheri curls and not one drip I sleep with the worms ´fore I swim with the fish And I ride with my niggas ´fore I roll witta bitch If it don´t make dollars, it don´t make sense And I almost got shot cause I hit a fence
[Ice Cube & The Game] Motherfuckers ain´t gon´ learn, ´til the chronic blunt don´t burn And you can´t see nothin´ but the ghetto bird Light shinin through the fuckin´ palm trees California ain´t a state, it´s a army Motherfuckers ain´t gone learn, ´til the chronic blunt don´t burn And you can´t see nothin´ but the ghetto bird Light shinin through the fuckin´ palm trees California ain´t a state, it´s a army
[The Game] Call the U.S. government and tell em it´s a motherfuckin code red Niggas tried to straight up jack me, now they both dead
Third little nigga 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 a one time in sight So I bust a right on Century, headed to the L.A.X Where there ain´t nothin but fly bitches and jets In and out of lanes and I almost wrecked Off brand nigga in the 600 throwin up his set He must don´t know I got the 40 on deck And the TEC tryna 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
[Ice Cube & The Game] Motherfuckers ain´t gon´ learn, ´til the chronic blunt don´t burn And you can´t see nothin´ but the ghetto bird Light shinin through the fuckin´ palm trees California ain´t a state, it´s a army Motherfuckers ain´t gone learn, ´til the chronic blunt don´t burn And you can´t see nothin´ but the ghetto bird Light shinin through the fuckin´ palm trees California ain´t a state, it´s a army
[ Ice Cube] California ain´t a state, it´s a army
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