Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song State Of Emergency , by - The Game. Release date: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
State Of Emergency |
| California ain't a state it's an army |
| 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 he bought a blacksmith in western strapped on his vest and that's his protection |
| At the intersection waitin on a rival cause in the city of angels it's all about survival |
| Fuck the 5-0 they wanna see you D.O.A welcome to L.A. |
| Where the ghetto birds flying over my auntie's 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 |
| 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 |
| Jumped in my impala took a trip to the swap meet |
| To scoop up ego trippin' and a white tee |
| 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 heads for the turf |
| And life ain't nothin' but tech nines and dirt |
| Dippin through 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 jehri curls not one drip |
| I'll sleep with the worms 'fore I swim with the fish |
| And I'll ride with my niggas 'fore I roll with a bitch |
| If it don't make dollars it don't make sense |
| And I almost got shot 'cause I couldn't hit a fence |
| 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 |
| Call the U.S. government and tell 'em it's a motherfuckin code red |
| Niggas try to straight up jack me now they both dead |
| Third lil 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 him one time in sight so I bust a right |
| Oh century headed to the L.A.X where ain't nothin' but fly bitches and jets |
| In and out of lanes and I almost wrecked out brand nigga in a 600 throwin' up the set |
| He must don't know I got the 40 on deck and the tech |
| Tryna be shabba ranks time to flex thas the third time this shit happened to me all day |
| Guess it's time to add another dead body to the doorway |
| So I turned down my spice one tape and hit the switch |
| Emptied the whole clip in his fuckin' face |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Both: |
| California ain't a state it's a army |