1-800-Homicide - Hi-Tek, The Game, Dion

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 motherfuckin Aftermath nightmare, wake up motherfucker

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 motherfuckin thanks I get?

Every city got Crips and Bloods

But since 'Pac died it ain’t been no «California Love»

— minus last line