State of Emergency The Game (Ft. Ice Cube)

[Intro: The Game]
California ain't a state, it's a army!

[Verse 1: 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

[Chorus: 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