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Intro 1
Dm
C
Dm
Verse 1
Dm
California ain't a state,
it's an arm.
One motherfucker and the
project's killin'.
The same motherfucker
C
that'll burn down the village
Dm
with a chronic blunt full of that.
You know who gon' take you back to Compton in that 6 -4 -2,
though.
Subwoofers in the trunk,
kickin' that lethal injection.
C
A hood nigga lost with no direction.
Dm
So he bought a blacksmith
in Wesson
Trapped on his vest and
C
that's his protection
Dm
At the intersection waiting on arrival
Cause in the city of angels,
it's all about survival
Fuck the 5 -0,
they wanna see you be your way
Welcome to L .A.
Where the ghetto birds
flying over my auntie's
And my cousin house,
C
tell me what they buzzing about
Dm
Your little homie got smoked on the corner
And now his mama crying dead
in California
Motherfuckers ain't gon' learn,
till the chronic blood don't burn
C
Dm
And you can't see nothin' but the ghetto burn light
shinin' through the fuckin' palm trees
C
California ain't a state, it's a army
Dm
Motherfuckers ain't gon' learn,
till the chronic blood don't burn
C
Dm
And you can't see nothin' but the ghetto burn light
shinin' through the fuckin' palm trees
C
California ain't a state, it's a army
Dm
Dropped in my Impala,
took a trip to the swap meet
The school bop, ego trippin'
C
And the white tee
Dm
cause some niggas in my old
hood don't like me
Time to put the ass in check,
C
like my Nikes
Dm
Shoulda hit my nigga Mac -10 on the church
All I need is me and my bitch, you scared?
Go to church
Cause them California niggas
crack heads for the turf
And life ain't nothin' but
Tec -9s and dirt
Dippin' through the jungles,
my Escalade hit a dip
C
Fuck, here come the gorillas in the midst
Dm
And they dressed like Ice Cube was in 96
Stone Cold Jerry Girls and not one drip
I sleep with the worms,
for I swim with the fish
And I ride with my niggas,
for I roll with a bitch
If it don't make dollars,
it don't make cents
And I almost got shot,
cause I couldn't hit a fence
Motherfuckers ain't gon' learn
Till the chronic blunt don't burn
C
And you can't see nothin'
Dm
but the Ghetto Bird light
Shinin' through the fuckin'
palm trees
C
California ain't a state, it's an arm
Dm
Motherfuckers ain't gon' learn
Till the chronic blunt don't burn
C
And you can't see nothin'
Dm
but the Ghetto Bird light
Shinin' through the fuckin'
palm trees
California ain't a state, it's
Call the U .S. government
and tell them it's a
motherfuckin' cold red
Niggas tried to straight up jack me,
C
now they both dead
Dm
Third lil' nigga got away
on his moped
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,
C
so I bust a right
Dm
On Sentry, headed to the LAX
C
We ain't nothin' but fly bitches and jets
Dm
In and out of lanes and I almost wrecked
Off -brand nigga in a 600,
C
Dm
throwin' up a set, he must don't know
I got the 40 on deck,
in a tech, tryna be shy but
rain's time to flex
It's the third time this shit
happened to me all day
Guess it's time to add another dead body
C
to the throwaway
Dm
So I turned down my Spice 1 tape
and hit the switch
Emptied the whole clip in his
fuckin' face
Motherfuckers ain't gon' learn
Till the chronic blood don't burn
C
And you can't see nothin'
Dm
But the ghetto burn lightin' shine
through the fuckin' palm tree
C
California ain't a state, it's a army
Dm
Motherfuckers ain't gon' learn
Till the chronic blood don't burn
C
And you can't see nothin'
Dm
but the ghetto burn lights
shinin' through the fuckin'
palm trees
California ain't a state,
C
Dm
it's a army
Dm
California ain't a state, it's a army
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