The game feat Ice cube - State of emergency (lyrics)

California ain’t a state it’s a army! (Game) One mothafucka in the projects killin’ The same mothafucka that’d burn down the village With a chronic blunt full of that You know, who gon’ take you back to Compton, in that 6-4 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 a rival Cause in the city of Angels it’s all about survival