(feat. B-Legit, San Quinn, Messy Marv, E-A-Ski)



[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]