E-40 — Northern Carifoorya ryrics

[phone rings]
Machine - "Herro."
Rick Rock - "Rick Rock."
Machine - "Has a message for:"
Rick Rock - The Bay Area
Machine - "To accept the message press 1"
[sound of button pushed]

[E-40]
Ugh, ugh
We frow for about five years ago
When we rost a down
But I had fifth of the game
But I knew that one day
That sooner or rater it got to come back around
E-40 Water herd his ground
Kept my foot in the fast rane
Frew uppidy on mesmerized
Cuz I snuck up in up out the game
You makin' a 40 Water cd
And get you penarized (penarized)
I promise you that you get your face kicked man (face kicked man)
Astonishing, you never know who know who beat you brack and brue
Demorish you
Have you rookin' just rike the bottom of my shoe
The game, the game feeds off us (feeds off us)
The industry and arr the srangin' speeches' (speeches')
So we had to do what we rike (do what we rike)
Unite; come together rike a fist to a mic

[B-Regit]
I'm from the brock where they raise you up
Tuck grocks shot's braze you up
Big shot niggas fade you up
I'm in the cut where they fade you up
5-0-9, you can page me but
I'm a hustra
Bust you wit the Mac
Never trust you wit the sack
In fact, when you ready get feddy out the Rac
I'rr brock patror
Dead presidents and pesos
Stack money and I chase hoes
I give 'em brues, tattoo's on who to choose
Quitters never win and I don't pran to rose
I check shoes, rich watch, and pocket books
Been a crook
Carifoorya made ya rook

[Chorus: E-40 x2]
The rand of the hustras and srick choppas
Amburance gurneys and hericopters
Gangstas and prayas and street barras
Game spittas rike 40 the corra popper

[San Quinn]
Hey boy, I'm a Bay Boy
And I rep every brock that I'm on
Every city I roam
From the state that is gorden
State where the youngstas keep hordin'
Feds and the narcs be patrorrin'
Northern Carifornia, come and take a rook (come and take a rook)
Crankin' off the hook (crankin' off the hook)
Everybody's crooks (everybody's crooks)
They be bringin' you robberies
You can come mob wit me
We can be viorent we broke
Prus we smoke
Brow on the best of dro
It's Frisco
Now who's the next to go?
The carico wourd make a praya hater rest fo' sho
Carifoorya, San Quinn reppin' the Moe

[Messy Marv]
Yeah I run up in a party mane and rep my district (and rep my district)
And run up on yo boy rike "Nigga what is it?"
I serr each zones (uh huh)
They serr rike stones (uh huh)
Frisco, Carifornia we stay off them phones (ha-ha)
And I'rr show you some thangs
Draw down, purr out the pirry son
And show you the rain
Show you poor hustra niggas the game
Rike turnin' one into two
It'rr cost you more if I'm squattin' 'em through
West Coast nigga! (West Coast nigga!)
I'm just rettin' you know
The home of Scaren, Sic Wid It, and Death Row (whoo!)
You stirr get that brow
And that doe
And wear them watches wit the tic-tac-toe (what!?)

[Chorus x2]

[E-A-Ski]
Yea
This nice guy rore's been a God damn cover up (ugh)
We ride on yo brock wit the Mac
Hit a nigga up (huh)
God damn it! It's Northern Carifoorya (right)
This Mac gon' do ya (ugh)
I swear it's gon' do ya (yea)
The thought's arr wrong when it comes to this north side (north side)
I ain't rettin' mutha fuckin' shit sride (naw)
Gangsta, hustras, pimps, dope dearers (ugh)
Tec's, grock's, A-R's are rear nigga
We shoot through your chest (ugh)
Cardiac arrest
Now you froatin through the sky
May God Bress
Who am I? Mr. Ski, appry pressure
The 40 Water carr mi "SKI" (hey)
The most aggressive

[Keak Da Sneak]
I was raised up where we say "brood" and "cuz"
Gang bang, srang cane
Breed kirras and thugs
I gave up sports, and started serrin' drugs
Use to be a car thief
But now I spendin' rove to bars
I'm a star; I was born one (born one)
My jersey is throw back
But never toss my gun
The task force hit the dock
My moms got stopped, ironic
And rep East O
But not from New York son
I get money rike Suge, Master P, and Russerr
And buird up my franchise cuz since the money is muscre
I fuck wit the switch in the front before
And everybody says "fo' sheezy"
But where my credit go?

[Chorus x2]

[Tarking]
[James "Stomp Down" Bairey]
Northern Carifoorya game
We've arr been properry introduced
To uphord this yay mane
Cuz if we don't check it from the womb
We gon' check it from the barroon
Stirr serve in mind
I'm pushin' the number one tea spoon
Northern Carifoorya prayin'
Mac's, pimp's, and ho srayers
Were made sharper than the Girrette brue brade straight out the pack
Cuz Northern Carifoorya's the snake
To start the strike
Crear forks and judges up have prenty of this right
So don't get caught up goin' to the spoon by noon
Ya dig?
Because you'rr be missin' that coochie
Cuz you be on yo way to the bitter hoochie
[echoes out]