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