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Welcome back to California
 The punk po-lice will calico ya
 The funk won't cease, we battle on the grounds
 of who it is that really own the town
 Business, palm trees, a hundred degrees
 C.I.A's, F-E-D's smuggle in ki's
 Schwarzenegger still hustle and scheme, puffin the weed
 Feelin on women, killin the whole scene
 and I'm killin that old image you got
 I know you think the West coast started with Eazy and finished with 'Pac
 But think again, we got it just as hard out here
 You act like the government ain't in charge out here - man
 Pass the Molotov, light it up and throw it at the city hall
 Administration, station
 Face the Nation, I ain't talkin 'bout the President
 I'm talkin 'bout the flag with the star and the crescent in it
 Look at all the gangbangers sidin with true cuz
 Look at all the flamebrangers ridin with true blood
 P-Dog done provided the truth of
 the true thugs, and how they divide and confuse us
 Now put your purple back partner, I don't smoke trees (nah)
 No dank, no drank, no coke or speed (HELL NAW!)
 You know me homey, sober and clean
 A lot of G's want me on the team but I don't roll with dopefiends
 Imagine me goin from Tookie to Pookie
 I'm a threat cause mainstream rejection didn't spook me!
 Rappers tried to make me switch and couldn't move me
 Kufi salute me and true niggaz choose me
 Viewed to be the new Huey in Newsweek
 We all speak truth now listen to the truth speak
 Full circle with the way I view beef
 If you don't choose peace you leave with no front two
 teeth up in this motherfucker (yeah)
 Guerrilla Funk and we ain't never been no run and duckers (that's right)
 Now tell me what's so gangster 'bout flossin your bank account
 for some quick attention from the women while the people in the hood suffer
 Well look here, what'chu think of bringin back the free breakfastes
 The free food, free health care, free dentistes
 The homey Fleetwood got the homeboy hotline
 An ex-felon job line, hit him on MySpace
 And pardon as I take part in upliftin of my race
 Past the high rate of incarceration and crime rate
 bein my fate, so if you don't believe
 that we can struggle and achieve then get out my face!
 So quick, so fast, you don't get no pass
 You don't get mo' black we'll kick yo' ass!
 Then turn around and spend yo' cash, in the hood
 with the mommas and the kids livin with no dad
 'Frisco through Oakland, Vallejo through Oakland
 They try to gentrify and then rebuild most Oaklands
 But it's still mo' funk and coke smokin in the Oakland
 Fo-fo's blowin domes open, think about it