YG – ‘State of Emergency’ - WestCoastAftershock.com

Lyrics:
HOOK

niggaz got it fucked up
niggaz got it niggaz niggaz got it
niggaz got it fucked up
niggaz got it fucked up

VERSE 1

Niggaz talking bout I flop’d
The only time I flop is putting dick up in yo thot nigga
Niggaz talkin alot
talking I switched sides I’m from bompton treetop
nigga
Ya’ll know I ain’t sane
be careful speaking my name in vein nigga
that’s bold. That’s brave
Matter fact take off that watch & chain nigga
I ain’t never felt this before
I’m feelin good feelin like when im in ya hoe
If its up okay kick in the door
Kall 911 tryna deal wit this smoke
I’m in the booth writing sentences
The homies locked in the boot wit life sentences
Fuck a opp representative
Gotta watch what I say kuz niggaz sensitive

HOOK

niggaz got it fucked up
niggaz got it niggaz niggaz got it
niggaz got it fucked up
niggaz got it fucked up

VERSE 2

Blick in the cut tucked
WTF WHAT? Nigga fuck luck?
Got his soul snatched
Got his hoe fucked
Run a play on his ass
NIGGA HUT HUT
Aye I had to buff up
Double R the truck truck
I’m on a cleanse
I ain’t fucking on no slut slut
got it fucked upd
Im wit the bloods what?
I know crips too
Set a nigga up up
Speaking on the Westcoast like we sweet aye
Send a hoe ass nigga to get some cheesecake
You get strep throat fucking wit me aye
Dick in ya mouth fuck what they talkin bout these days
Do em dirty no mercy
Knock a big nigga out Tyson furry
I’m tripping on shitt in my 30s
He ain’t a shooter man that nigga Steph curry

HOOK

niggaz got it fucked up
niggaz got it niggaz niggaz got it
niggaz got it fucked up
niggaz got it fucked up

VERSE

saying I lucked up, luck how?
what about them days i was fucked up
days i was starving had no gut
shit cooled down i wasn’t hot i had no sluts
they like how his career glowed up
saying i kant rap and my flow wack wait hold up
niggaz be poppin it so tuff
til i get up on em and black out & drop low nuts
he pussy, he a bitch, he a brawd
Nigga happy he fucked my bitch she a dog.
Pipe down she finna send ya addy tomorrow
Stop thinking wit ya dick dick head you a fraud
Awwww, Live by the code ima g
do em cold if we beef leave em with this heat nigga
Gizzle trippin he drunk off the OLD E
tote’n a 40 lowkey. nah this the old me nigga