Typed by: pittsburg925@comcast.net *
*phone rings*
Machine – “Hello.”
Rick Rock – “Rick Rock.”
Machine – “Has a message for…”
Rick Rock – The Bay Area
Machine – “To accept the message press 1”
*sound of button pushed*
[E-40]
Ugh, ugh
We flow for about five years ago
When we lost a down
But I had fifth of the game
But I knew that one day
That sooner or later it got to come back around
E-40 Water held his ground
Kept my foot in the fast lane
Flew uppidy on mesmerized
Cuz I snuck up in up out the game
You makin` a 40 Water cd
And get you penalized [penalized]
I promise you that you get your face kicked man [face kicked man]
Astonishing, you never know who know who beat you black and blue
Demolish you
Have you lookin` just like the bottom of my shoe
The game, the game feeds off us [feeds off us]
The industry and all the slangin` speeches` [speeches`]
So we had to do what we like [do what we like]
Unite; come together like a fist to a mic
[B-Legit]
I`m from the block where they raise you up
Tuck glocks shot`s blaze you up
Big shot niggas fade you up
I`m in the cut where they fade you up
5-0-9, you can page me but
I`m a hustla
Bust you wit the Mac
Never trust you wit the sack
In fact, when you ready get feddy out the Lac
I`ll block patrol
Dead presidents and pesos
Stack money and I chase hoes
I give ‘em blues, tattoo`s on who to choose
Quitters never win and I don`t plan to lose
I check shoes, rich watch, and pocket books
Been a crook
Califoolya made ya look
Chorus: [E-40] x2
The land of the hustlas and slick choppas
Ambulance gurneys and helicopters
Gangstas and playas and street ballas
Game spittas like 40 the colla popper
[San Quinn]
Hey boy, I`m a Bay Boy
And I rep every block that I`m on
Every city I roam
From the state that is golden
State where the youngstas keep holdin`
Feds and the narcs be patrollin`
Northern California, come and take a look [come and take a look]
Crankin` off the hook [crankin` off the hook]
Everybody`s crooks [everybody`s crooks]
They be bringin` you robberies
You can come mob wit me
We can be violent we broke
Plus we smoke
Blow on the best of dro
It`s Frisco
Now who`s the next to go?
The calico would make a playa hater rest fo` sho
Califoolya, San Quinn reppin` the Moe
[Messy Marv]
Yeah I run up in a party mane and rep my district [and rep my district]
And run up on yo boy like “Nigga what is it?”
I sell each zones [uh huh]
They sell like stones [uh huh]
Frisco, California we stay off them phones [ha-ha]
And I`ll show you some thangs
Draw down, pull out the pilly son
And show you the rain
Show you poor hustla niggas the game
Like turnin` one into two
It`ll cost you more if I`m squattin` ‘em through
West Coast nigga! [West Coast nigga!]
I`m just lettin` you know
The home of Scalen, Sic Wid It, and Death Row [whoo!]
You still get that blow
And that doe
And wear them watches wit the tic-tac-toe [what!?]
[Chorus] x2
[E-A-Ski]
Yea
This nice guy role`s been a God damn cover up [ugh]
We ride on yo block wit the Mac
Hit a nigga up [huh]
God damn it! It`s Northern Califoolya [right]
This Mac gon` do ya [ugh]
I swear it`s gon` do ya [yea]
The thought`s all wrong when it comes to this north side [north side]
I ain`t lettin` mutha fuckin` shit slide [naw]
Gangsta, hustlas, pimps, dope dealers [ugh]
Tec`s, glock`s, A-R`s are real nigga
We shoot through your chest [ugh]
Cardiac arrest
Now you floatin through the sky
May God Bless
Who am I? Mr. Ski, apply pressure
The 40 Water call mi “SKI” [hey]
The most aggressive
[Keak Da Sneak]
I was raised up where we say “blood” and “cuz”
Gang bang, slang cane
Breed killas and thugs
I gave up sports, and started sellin` drugs
Use to be a car thief
But now I spendin` love to bars
I`m a star; I was born one [born one]
My jersey is throw back
But never toss my gun
The task force hit the dock
My moms got stopped, ironic
And rep East O
But not from New York son
I get money like Suge, Master P, and Russell
And build up my franchise cuz since the money is muscle
I fuck wit the switch in the front before
And everybody says “fo` sheezy”
But where my credit go?
[Chorus] x2
-=talking=-
[James “Stomp Down” Bailey]
Northern Califoolya game
We`ve all been properly introduced
To uphold this yay mane
Cuz if we don`t check it from the womb
We gon` check it from the balloon
Still serve in mind
I`m pushin` the number one tea spoon
Northern Califoolya playin`
Mac`s, pimp`s, and ho slayers
Were made sharper than the Gillette blue blade straight out the pack
Cuz Northern Califoolya`s the snake
To start the strike
Clear folks and judges up have plenty of this light
So don`t get caught up goin` to the spoon by noon
Ya dig?
Because you`ll be missin` that coochie
Cuz you be on yo way to the bitter hoochie
[echoes out]
