1-800-homicide

Hi-Tek

Ay ay ay ay... 

Cal-i-forn-ia, hope-you-got-your-gun 
If-not-call-one-eight-hundred, HOMICIDE 
One-eight-hundred, HOMICIDE 
Cal-i-forn-ia, when-you-need-us 
You-can-call-us-one-eight-hundred, HOMICIDE 
One-eight-hundred, HOMICIDE 

I'm a motherf**kin Aftermath nightmare, wake up motherf**ker 
I traded in my black Nike Airs 
For a white pair of Converse, Dre let me bomb first 
Get out on bail and still make the concert 
Ask Eminem, homey I'm Shady 
Too much West coast dick lick it, remember Jay-Z? 
"The Chronic" and "Doggystyle" raised me 
My life like rock, it was based in the 80's 
Red bandana tied around my face 
I hope the shit don't jam is how gangsters pray 
And if God forgives the nigga that shot Suge 
Then all dawgs should go to heaven in my hood 
I resurrected this gangster shit 
And this the motherf**kin thanks I get? 
Every city got Crips and Bloods 
But since 'Pac died it ain't been no "California Love" 

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