(feat. Dion, The Game)

[plane soars overhead]

Ay ay ay ay... [echoes]

[Chorus: Dion - singing]

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


[The Game:]
I'm a mother$#&@in Aftermath nightmare, wake up mother$#&@er

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 %#@! don't jam is how gangsters pray

And if God forgives the ^!$$% that shot Suge
Then all dawgs should go to heaven in my hood
I resurrected this gangster %#@!

And this the mother$#&@in thanks I get?
Every city got Crips and Bloods
But since 'Pac died it ain't been no "California Love"


[Chorus: minus last line]