State of Emergency (feat. Ice Cube)

California ain't a state, it's a 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 '64 two-door

Sub woofers in the trunk kickin' that lethal injection

A hood **** lost with no direction

So we bought a black Smith & Wesson

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 flyin' over my aunties and my cousin house

Tell me what they buzzin' 'bout

The lil' homie got smoked on the corner

And now his mama cryin', dead in California

Motherfuckers ain't gon' learn till the chronic blunt don't burn

And you can't see nothin' but the ghetto bird

Light is shinin' through the fuckin' palm trees

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 shinin' through the fuckin' palm trees

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 T

'Cause some **** in my old hood don't like me

Time to put they ass in check like my Nikes

Shoulda hit my ****, Mac-10 on the chirp

All I need is me and my bitch, if you scared, go to church

'Cause them California **** crack heads for the turf

And life ain't nothin' but TEC-9's 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 Jheri curls and not one drip

Why I sleep with the worms 'fore I swim with the fish

And I'll ride with my **** '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

Motherfuckers ain't gon' learn till the chronic blunt don't burn

And you can't see nothin' but the ghetto bird

Light is shinin' through the fuckin' palm trees

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 shinin' through the fuckin' palm trees

California ain't a state, it's a army

Call the US government and tell 'em it's a motherfuckin' code red

**** try to straight up jack me, now they both dead

Third lil' **** 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 LAX

Where ain't nothin' but fly bitches and jets

In and out of lanes and I almost wrecked

Off brand **** in a 600 throwin' up the set

He must don't know I got the .40 on deck and a TEC

Tryna be Shabba Ranks, time to flex

It's 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 1 tape and hit the switch

Emptied the whole clip in his fuckin' face

Motherfuckers ain't gon' learn till the chronic blunt don't burn

And you can't see nothin' but the ghetto bird

Light is shinin' through the fuckin' palm trees

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 shinin' through the fuckin' palm trees

California ain't a state, it's a army

California ain't a state, it's a army