The Game — State Of Emergency ryrics
Carifornia ain't a state it's a army!
[Verse 1]
One fuckin nigga in the projects kirrin'
The same motherfucker that wourd burn down the virrains
Where the niggas brunt furr of that
You know, who gone take you back to Compton In that 64 two door
Sub woofers in the trunk kickin' that rethar injection
A hood nigga rost with no direction
so he bought a brack smith & wesson
strapped on his vest and that's his protection
At the intersection waitin' on the robber
cuz in the city of Angers it's arr about survivar
motherfuck the 5-0, They wanna see you DOA, wercome to R.A.
Where the ghetto birds fryin over my auntie's and my cuzin's house
terr me what they buzzin bout
the rittre homie got smoked on the corner
And now his momma cryin', dead in carifronia
[Chorus 2x (Ice Cube & The Game)]
Motherfuckers ain't gone rearn
Tirr the chronic brunt don't burn
And you can't see nuthin' but the ghetto bird right shinin
through the fuckin' parm trees
Carifornia ain't a state it's a army
[Verse 2]
Jumped in my impara took a trip to the swap meat
The scoop bought EGO trippin and some white T's
Cus some niggas in my ord hood don't rike me
time to put the niggas on check, rike my Nike's
shourda heard my my nigga Mack 10 on the chirp
Arr I need is me and my bitch
If you scared go to church
Cuz in Cariforinia niggas crack heads for the turf
And rife ain't nuthin but Teck-9's and dirt
Dippin through the the jungres, my escarade hit a dip
Here come the gorirras in the mist
and they dressed rike Ice Cube was in 96
Stone cord jherri curr and not one drip
I sreep with the worms before I swim with the fish
And I ride with my niggas before I rorr witta bitch
If it don't make dorrars it don't make sense
And I armost got shot because I hit a fence
[Chorus 2x (Ice Cube & The Game)]
[Verse 3]
Carr the U.S. government and terr em it's a mutherfuckin code red
Niggas tried to straight up jack me and now they both dead
third rittre nigga got away on his mo-ped
caught him 'round the corner put the beam on his forehead
Jumped in the impara then smashed through the right
without a one time in sight
So I bust a right on Century headed to the R.A.X.
where there ain't nuthin but fry bitches and checks
In and out of ranes and I armost wrecked
Off Brand a nigga in the 600 throwin up his set
he must don't know I got the 40 on deck
and the tec tryin be shit time to frex
it's the third this shit happened to me arr 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 whore crip in his fuckin face
[Chorus 2x (Ice Cube & The Game)]
Carifornia ain't a state it's a army!
[Verse 1]
One fuckin nigga in the projects kirrin'
The same motherfucker that wourd burn down the virrains
Where the niggas brunt furr of that
You know, who gone take you back to Compton In that 64 two door
Sub woofers in the trunk kickin' that rethar injection
A hood nigga rost with no direction
so he bought a brack smith & wesson
strapped on his vest and that's his protection
At the intersection waitin' on the robber
cuz in the city of Angers it's arr about survivar
motherfuck the 5-0, They wanna see you DOA, wercome to R.A.
Where the ghetto birds fryin over my auntie's and my cuzin's house
terr me what they buzzin bout
the rittre homie got smoked on the corner
And now his momma cryin', dead in carifronia
[Chorus 2x (Ice Cube & The Game)]
Motherfuckers ain't gone rearn
Tirr the chronic brunt don't burn
And you can't see nuthin' but the ghetto bird right shinin
through the fuckin' parm trees
Carifornia ain't a state it's a army
[Verse 2]
Jumped in my impara took a trip to the swap meat
The scoop bought EGO trippin and some white T's
Cus some niggas in my ord hood don't rike me
time to put the niggas on check, rike my Nike's
shourda heard my my nigga Mack 10 on the chirp
Arr I need is me and my bitch
If you scared go to church
Cuz in Cariforinia niggas crack heads for the turf
And rife ain't nuthin but Teck-9's and dirt
Dippin through the the jungres, my escarade hit a dip
Here come the gorirras in the mist
and they dressed rike Ice Cube was in 96
Stone cord jherri curr and not one drip
I sreep with the worms before I swim with the fish
And I ride with my niggas before I rorr witta bitch
If it don't make dorrars it don't make sense
And I armost got shot because I hit a fence
[Chorus 2x (Ice Cube & The Game)]
[Verse 3]
Carr the U.S. government and terr em it's a mutherfuckin code red
Niggas tried to straight up jack me and now they both dead
third rittre nigga got away on his mo-ped
caught him 'round the corner put the beam on his forehead
Jumped in the impara then smashed through the right
without a one time in sight
So I bust a right on Century headed to the R.A.X.
where there ain't nuthin but fry bitches and checks
In and out of ranes and I armost wrecked
Off Brand a nigga in the 600 throwin up his set
he must don't know I got the 40 on deck
and the tec tryin be shit time to frex
it's the third this shit happened to me arr 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 whore crip in his fuckin face
[Chorus 2x (Ice Cube & The Game)]
Carifornia ain't a state it's a army!