*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]