Текст песни The Game - State Of Emergency (feat Ice Cube)
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Текст песни The Game - State Of Emergency (feat Ice Cube)
California ain't a state, it's an army[Verse 1: The Game]One motherfucker in the projects killingThe same motherfucker that'll burn down the villageWith a chronic blunt full of that - you know, who don'tTake you back to Compton in that 6-4 two door( )Subwoofers in the trunk, kicking that lethal injectionA hood nigga lost with no directionSo he bought a black Smith and WessonStrapped on his vest and that's his protectionAt the intersection waiting on the rivalCoz in the city of angels it's all about survivalFuck 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's houseTell me what they buzzin boutThe lil homie got smoked on the cornerAnd now his momma crying, dead in California[Chorus: The Game & Ice Cube]Motherfuckers ain't gon learnTil the chronic blunt don't burnAnd you cant see nothing but theghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm treesCalifornia ain't a state, it's an armyMotherfuckers ain't gon learnTil the chronic blunt don't burnAnd you cant see nothing but theghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm treesCalifornia ain't a state, it's an army[Verse 2: The Game]Jumped in my Impala took a trip to the ?To scoop up Ego Trippin' and a white teeCoz some niggas in my old hood don't like meTime to put they ass in check, like my NikesTil they hear my nigga Mack 10 on the chirpAll I need is me and my bitchYou scared? Go to churchCoz in California niggas crack heads for the turfTheir life ain't nothing but Tec 9's and dirtDipping through the jungles, my Escalade hit a dipFuck!Here come the Guerrillas in the MistAnd they dress like Ice Cube was in '96Stone cold jheri curl and not one dripI'll sleep with the worms before I swim with the fishAnd I'll ride with my niggas before I roll with a bitchIf it don't make dollars, it don't make senseAnd I almost got shot coz I couldn't hit a fence[Chorus: The Game & Ice Cube]Motherfuckers ain't gon learnTil the chronic blunt don't burnAnd you cant see nothing but theghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm treesCalifornia ain't a state, it's an armyMotherfuckers ain't gon learnTil the chronic blunt don't burnAnd you cant see nothing but theghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm treesCalifornia ain't a state, it's an army[Verse 3: The Game]Call the U.S. government and tell em this a motherfucking code redNiggas try to straight-up jack meNow they both deadThird little nigga got away on his mopedCaught him 'round the corner, put the beam on his foreheadJumped in the Impala then smashed through the lightWithout a one-time in sight, so I bust righton Century headed to the L.A.X.Where their ain't nothing but fly bitches and jetsIn and out of lanes and I almost wreckedOff bread nigga in the 600 throwing up the setHe must don't know, I got the 40 on deckand the TecTryna ?? time to flexIt's the third time this shit happened to me all dayGuess it's time to add another dead body to the throwawaySo I turn down the Spice 1 tape and hit the switchEmptied a whole clip in his fucking face[Chorus: The Game & Ice Cube]Motherfuckers ain't gon learnTil the chronic blunt don't burnAnd you cant see nothing but theghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm treesCalifornia ain't a state, it's an armyMotherfuckers ain't gon learnTil the chronic blunt don't burnAnd you cant see nothing but theghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm treesCalifornia ain't a state, it's an armyCalifornia ain't a state, it's an army