Текст (слова) песни: Westside Connection - The Gangsta, the Killa, a

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 niggas like us, you know what I mean
God damn--how many more motherfuckin` 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(x4)

(Ice Cube)

Can`t none of ya`ll niggas fuck with none of these niggas
These triggas we`s killas[hahaha]
Sittin` on the porch in between legs
Wit a bitch French braiding my head
Leave `em til they matted forearm tatted
What`s the Connection bitch 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 nigga] 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 bitch passed
A first not last, when we all hit the ass
Doin` tricks jacked up like a six[what]
One Pussy, and thirteen dicks
Gangsta`s don`t dance we boogie[ahhh]
Niggas run out and get ya cookie
[Westside]
Killa county is a state, murda(x4)

(W.C.)

Who`s that dumpin` out that window hoo riding[westsiide]
nobody survives when I got my steel up
Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga
What the fuck you lookin` at nigga[whistle]
True blue when I bust
Leavin` bodies hangin` like the tank of my tucks
Chalk another one, homicidal in the G ride
I swear I`m killing every nigga standing outside
letting `em have it
With my double barrel sawed off
I`m smoking everybody nigga bitches and all
Stretch `em out in broad daylight muthafuck 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(x4)

(Mack 10)
What`s crackin

Well, it`s the nigga 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 bitch 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` niggas 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 niggas gettin` they scrilla
like a gangsta, a killa
But Mack I`ll be the dope deala

Killa county is a state, murda(x4)
The gangsta the killa and the dope deala[murda](x8)

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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