the Staples Center I'll take you to see the Lakers Swoosh! On that Cali kush, smoking like a muffler So many red flags I coulda swore I was in Russia Game
, Laker game nigga what? Ballin, Jim Jones voice probably with the Byrd Gang See the chrome boy? and my mother fuckin home boys But I'm from Cali not
pictures An' they got us in here puttin' in computer chips or something I don't know. Like they playin with us, it's like a game It ain't nuttin' but a game
X-5 Is Hit Red Rag Or Blue Rag, Niggaz Die For This The Game The Reason All These Niggaz On That "Cali Love" Shit Compton Niggaz Get Grimy Too, Pull You
off the black gold, nuts in my hand, trustin no man Got my glock cocked, runnin this thing, ya understand We be steamin, blazin, nines pumped in caves and Cali
You know me: Colleon, standin' four feet I'm to-tin' cannons, wearin' Rolies See, these lil' boys, they ain't really up on my game But once I run into
(feat. Fergie) (Let's go) Zone Fo', St. Louis - you ready? Haha, A-T-L... let's go! I told y'all I was gon' change the game L.A. all day! They can't
of my whole damn staff I can see (see) what you thinkin' You know you want it as bad as I do Tell me (tell me) what you drinkin' Pimp Juice? Oh I got a case of that too And that shit stankin' (stankin') Like Cali chronic for them LA boys
on behalf of my whole damn staff I can see (see) what you thinkin You know you want it as bad as I do Tell me (tell me) what you thinkin Pimp Juice? Oh I got a case of that too And that shit stankin (stankin) Like Cali chronic for them LA boys
] This is a motherfuckin emergency! (Let's go) Zone Fo', St. Louis - you ready? Haha, A-T-L... let's go! I told y'all I was gon' change the game L.A.
get it in, I get up in the game I get it in, I get it in I get it in, I get up in the thing Get it Done with them boys, 'cause she done found a man now
put it simple I am Mr. Miami And my lil' pistol will flip over ya? We the best at best you doin failing Straight finesse? That's from sunset we rippin up Cali
Hook 1: Master P] You in the club Then rock wit it You a thug Then rock wit it Kids on the street gon Then rock wit it Me and my boys gon Then rock wit
get far enough to bag I put my guns to work on your bitch ass Hold up, niggas fuckin up the game Put my name in statements, cooperating wit these and
one! Huh? Whut? The real one! Huh, nigga whut? [Verse 2: Ice-T] It's '98, playa, check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your
mad I be down witcha; winter, spring, summer, fall I'm ready to ride every time that my homie calls I never stall on ya dawg, through it all, thick or thin We went from boys
your boys aint here Who you roll with, 'cause that's bullshit You'll get your ass kicked fuckin wit' real thugs Playahatin you gets no love Run and get your boys