The Gangsta, The Killa and The Dope Dealer - Westside Connection
[Intro: Ice Cube]
Hey, living in a California cage--ya'll trying to study me
Gangbangin' a never die--it's too much love
You always gonna get n_ggas like us, you know what I mean
God damn--how many more motherf_ckin' penatentaries ya'll gonna build
How many jars you gonna try to put us in
You know what I'm saying
Killa county is a state, murda [repeat 4X]
[Ice Cube]
Can't none of ya'll n_ggas f_ck with none of these n_ggas
These triggas we's killas (hahaha)
Sittin' on the porch in between legs
Wit a b_tch French braiding my head
Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted
What's the Connection b_tch you looking at it
It don't stop
I hit mo' licks than it
Takes to get to the center (once, two, three) of a blow pop
And it's gonna take a miracle
To drive a car this color down Imperial
Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark
(Punk ass n_gga)
So let's wait till it get dark
So many foe's walk in my ??
It's like the international, house of pancakes
All on the grass, every b_tch passed
A first not last, when we all hit the ass
Doin' tricks jacked up like a six (what)
One P_ssy, and thirteen d_cks
Gangsta's don't dance we boogie (ahhh)
N_ggas run out and get ya cookie
[Westside]
Killa county is a state, murda [repeat 4X]
[W.C.]
Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding (westsiide)
Nobody survives when I got my steel up
Throwing my sh_t up pulling the trigga
What the f_ck you lookin' at n_gga [whistle]
True blue when I bust
Leavin' bodies hangin' like the tongue of my chucks
Chalk another one, homicidal in the G ride
I swear I'm killing every n_gga standing outside
Letting 'em have it
With my double barrel sawed off
I'm smoking everybody n_gga b_tches and all
Stretch 'em out in broad daylight muthaf_ck the witnesses
Eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette [haha]
As the sun frowns on my forehead
I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead man
Man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock
When I bust shots
W.C. keep the hammer cocked
The gangsta, the killa, and the dope deala [repeat 4X]
[Mack 10]
What's crackin
Well, it's the n_gga that's housin' the scene
I got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams
I put it down on and off the record my flats a
Double decker, marble floors all checkered
Now what can I say every b_tch I lay be pure and
Bombay like Peruvian yae
So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man
I make more deliveries than the postman
My homie Carlito plug me with the amigos an
Now it's kilos five and six double zeros
Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex
Blindin' n_ggas with the buggas in my Rolex
With my aces o-t on a regular basis
We got pauveted faces fightin' federal cases
Cause ain't nothin' reala' than n_ggas gettin' they scrilla
Like a gangsta, a killa
But Mack I'll be the dope deala
Killa county is a state, murda [repeat 4X]
The gangsta the killa and the dope deala (murda) [repeat 8X]
Damn it's a trip, all these cameras goin up
I cant go here, I can't go there
I feel institutionalized
And i'm on the street
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