You know my ringtone (why don′t you answer the phone) If you don′t get here (I′m dancing alone) Get in the fast lane ′cause someone will ask me If you don′t I hear the music (I′m ready to go) You better get here (′cause I′m dancing alone) You better get driving and turn on the siren Cause you′re in the danger zone
You know it′s friday Why don′t you call me You got my number Hey I′m still waiting Why don′t you call me Aren′t you my boyfriend? You were supposed to be here Like an hour ago
I bought this dress for you I got my legs so smooth I got my mani-pedi, went and hot my hair done too All dressed up and nowhere to go-oh
It′s an emergency I need you here with me It′s a 911 (911) It′s an emergency Can′t you see? It′s a 911 (911) Dying of dance deprivation Emotional starvation, I need resuscitation Gettin′ impatient It′s an emergency (emergency) Emergency (emergency) 911 (911)
You know I told you You can′t be late now Watching my watch tick, tick, tick, tick There goes my attitude, I′m almost over you You were supposed to be here like an hour ago That′s what you always do, give me some lame excuse Like you were workin′, sleepin′, come on baby try the truth All dressed up and nowhere to go-oh
It′s an emergency I need you here with me It′s a 911 (911) It′s an emergency Can′t you see? It′s a 911 (911) Dying of dance deprivation Emotional starvation, I need resuscitation Gettin′ impatient It′s an emergency (emergency) Emergency (emergency) 911 (911)
You know my ringtone (why don′t you answer the phone) If you don′t get here (I′m dancing alone) Get in the fast lane ′cause someone will ask me If you don′t I hear the music (I′m ready to go) You better get here (′cause I′m dancing alone) You better get driving and turn on the siren Cause you′re in the danger zone
It′s an emergency I need you here with me It′s a 911 (911) It′s an emergency Can′t you see? It′s a 911 (911) Dying of dance deprivation Emotional starvation, I need resuscitation Gettin′ impatient It′s an emergency (emergency) Emergency (emergency) 911 (911)
Fourteen miles away from a landfill grave Never pawned my watch and chain To the landlord living inside my head Never paid my rent ′til the lights went dead And I saw my sign coming up the road Dead ditch waitin′ for to bury my load On the avenues in the plain of day Threw a Roosevelt dime in a bucket of rain Ohh ohh oh oh Ohh ohh oh oh
Now hold your hand up to the plow Work the dirt til the sun goes down What′s left of death is more than fear Let dust be dust and the good Lord near It′s a little too much to ask of faith A little too late to wait for fate So tell the angels what you′ve seen Scarecrow′s shadow on the Nazarene Ohh ohh oh oh Ohh ohh oh oh
Kindness will find you When darkness is falling round your bend Kindness will follow Children will wander ′til the end
I think we have an emergency I think we have an emergency If you thought I′d leave then you were wrong Because I won′t stop holding on
So are you listening? So are you watching me? If you thought I′d leave then you were wrong Because I won′t stop holding on
This is an emergency So are you listening? And I can′t pretend that I don′t see this
It′s really not your fault And no one cares to talk about it To talk about it
Cause′ I′ve seen love die way too many times When it deserved to be alive (When it deserved to be alive) I′ve seen you cry way too many times When you deserved to be alive Alive...
So you give up every chance you get Just to feel new again
I think we have an emergency I think we have an emergency And you do your best to show me love But you don′t know what love is
So are you listening? So are you watching me? Well I can′t pretend that I don′t see this
It′s really not your fault And no one cares to talk about it To talk about it
Cause′ I′ve seen love die way too many times When it deserved to be alive (When it deserved to be alive) I′ve seen you cry way too many times When you deserved to be alive Alive...
(The scars they will not fade away)
And no one cares to talk about it To talk about it Cause′ I′ve seen love die way too many times When it deserved to be alive (When it dserved to be alive) I′ve seen you cry way too many times When you deserved to be alive Alive... (Alive...)
One motherfucker in the projects killing The same motherfucker that′ll burn down the village With a chronic blunt full of that - you know, who don′t Take you back to Compton in that 6-4 two door Subwoofers in the trunk, kicking that lethal injection A hood nigga lost with no direction So he bought a black Smith and Wesson Strapped on his vest and that′s his protection At the intersection waiting on the rival Coz in the city of angels it′s all about survival Fuck the 5-0, they wanna see you D.O.A. Welcome to L.A. Where the ghetto birds flying over my auntie′s and my cousin′s house Tell me what they buzzin bout The lil homie got smoked on the corner And now his momma crying, dead in California
[Chorus: The Game & Ice Cube]
Motherfuckers ain′t gon learn Til the chronic blunt don′t burn And you cant see nothing but the ghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm trees California ain′t a state, it′s an army
Motherfuckers ain′t gon learn Til the chronic blunt don′t burn And you cant see nothing but the ghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm trees California ain′t a state, it′s an army
[Verse 2: The Game]
Jumped in my Impala took a trip to the ? To scoop up Ego Trippin′ and a white tee Coz some niggas in my old hood don′t like me Time to put they ass in check, like my Nikes Til they hear my nigga Mack 10 on the chirp All I need is me and my bitch You scared? Go to church Coz in California niggas crack heads for the turf Their life ain′t nothing but Tec 9′s and dirt Dipping through the jungles, my Escalade hit a dip Fuck! Here come the Guerrillas in the Mist And they dress like Ice Cube was in ′96 Stone cold jheri curl and not one drip I′ll sleep with the worms before I swim with the fish And I′ll ride with my niggas before I roll with a bitch If it don′t make dollars, it don′t make sense And I almost got shot coz I couldn′t hit a fence
[Chorus: The Game & Ice Cube]
Motherfuckers ain′t gon learn Til the chronic blunt don′t burn And you cant see nothing but the ghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm trees California ain′t a state, it′s an army
Motherfuckers ain′t gon learn Til the chronic blunt don′t burn And you cant see nothing but the ghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm trees California ain′t a state, it′s an army
[Verse 3: The Game]
Call the U.S. government and tell em this a motherfucking code red Niggas try to straight-up jack me Now they both dead Third little 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, so I bust right on Century headed to the L.A.X. Where their ain′t nothing but fly bitches and jets In and out of lanes and I almost wrecked Off bread nigga in the 600 throwing up the set He must don′t know, I got the 40 on deck and the Tec Tryna ?? time to flex It′s the third time this shit happened to me all day Guess it′s time to add another dead body to the throwaway So I turn down the Spice 1 tape and hit the switch Emptied a whole clip in his fucking face
[Chorus: The Game & Ice Cube]
Motherfuckers ain′t gon learn Til the chronic blunt don′t burn And you cant see nothing but the ghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm trees California ain′t a state, it′s an army
Motherfuckers ain′t gon learn Til the chronic blunt don′t burn And you cant see nothing but the ghetto bird light shining through the fucking palm trees California ain′t a state, it′s an army