State of Emergency

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O'Shea Jackson (born June 15, 1969), better known by his stage name Ice Cube, is an American rapper, record producer, actor, screenwriter, film producer, and director. He began his career as a member of the hip hop group C.I.A. and later joined the rap group N.W.A (Niggas With Attitudes). After leaving N.W.A in December 1989, he built a successful solo career in music, and also as a writer, director, actor and producer in cinema. Additionally, he has served as one of the producers of the Showtime television series Barbershop and the TBS series Are We There Yet?, both of which are based upon films in which he portrayed the lead character. more »


Year:
2008
3:38
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California ain't a state it's a army!

One fuckin' nigga in the projects killin'
The same motherfucker that would burn down the village
Where the niggas blunt full of that
You know, who gone 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 and Wesson
Strapped on his vest and that's his protection
At the intersection waitin' on the robber
Cause in the city of Angels it's all about survival,
Motherfuck the 5-0, They wanna see you DOA, welcome to L.A.
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 California

Motherfuckers ain't gone learn,
Till the chronic blunt don't burn
And you can't see nuthin' 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,
Till the chronic blunt don't burn
And you can't see nuthin' 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 meat,
The scoop bought EGO trippin' and some white T's
Cause some niggas in my old hood don't like me
Time to put the niggas on check, like my Nike's
Shoulda heard my my nigga Mack 10 on the chirp
All I need is me and my bitch,
If you scared go to church,
Cause in California niggas crack heads for the turf
And life ain't nothin' but Teck-9's and dirt
Dippin' through the the jungles, my Escalade hit a dip
Here come the gorillas in the mist
And they dressed like Ice Cube was in 96
Stone cold jerry curl and not one drip
I sleep with the worms before I swim with the fish
And I ride with my niggas before I roll with a bitch
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
And I almost got shot because I hit a fence

Motherfuckers ain't gone learn,
Till the chronic blunt don't burn
And you can't see nuthin' 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,
Till the chronic blunt don't burn
And you can't see nuthin' but the ghetto bird light shinin'
Through the fuckin' palm trees,
California ain't a state it's a army

Call the U.S. government and tell em it's a mutherfuckin' code red,
Niggas tried to straight up jack me and now they both dead
Third little nigga got away on his mo-ped
Caught him 'round the corner put the beam on his forehead
Jumped in the impala then smashed through the light
Without a one time in sight,
So I bust a right on Century headed to the L.A.X.
Where there ain't nothin' but fly bitches and checks
In and out of lanes and I almost 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 teck tryin' be Shot but it ain't time to flex
It's the third this shit happened to me all 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 whole clip in his fuckin' face

Motherfuckers ain't gone learn,
Till the chronic blunt don't burn
And you can't see nuthin' 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,
Till the chronic blunt don't burn
And you can't see nuthin' 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!

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Written by: O'SHEA JACKSON, JONATHAN REUVEN ROTEM, JAYCEON TERRELL TAYLOR

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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