![]() ![]() Jumped in my Impala, took a trip to the swap meet To scoop up "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 Califorinia, niggas crack heads for the turf And life ain't nothin but TEC-9's and dirt Dippin through the 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 I sleep with the worms 'fore I swim with the fish And I ride with my niggas 'fore I roll witta bitch If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense And I almost got shot cause I hit a fence Motherfuckers ain't gon' learn, 'til 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 Motherfuckers ain't gone learn, 'til 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! One motherfucker in the projects killin' The same motherfucker that'll would burn down the village Where the 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 nigga lost with no direction So he bought a black Smith & Wesson Strapped on his vest and that's his protection At the intersection waitin' on the rival 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 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 Califronia Motherfuckers ain't gon' learn, 'til 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 Motherfuckers ain't gone learn, 'til 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
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