The Gangsta, The Killa And The Dope Dealer - Lyrics - Westside Connection

Intro: Ice Cube) Hey, living in a California cage--ya'll trying to study me Gangbangin'l never die--it's too much love You always gonna get *** like us, you know what I mean God damn--how many more ***' penatentaries ya'll gonna build How many jars you gonna try to put us in You know what I'm saying Killa Cali is a state, murda (*repeat 4X*) (Ice Cube) Can't none of ya'll *** *** with none of these *** These triggas we's killas(hahaha) Sittin' on the porch in between legs Wit a *** French braiding my hair Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted What's the Connection *** you looking at it It don't stop I hits mo' licks than it Takes to get to the center (one, 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 *** ***) So let's wait till it get dark So many foe's walk in my gate! It's like the international, house of pancakes All on the grass, every *** passed I'm first not last, when we all hit the *** Doin' tricks jacked up like a six(what) One ***, and thirteen dicks Gangsta's don't dance we boogie(ahhh) *** run out and get ya cookies (Westside) Killa Cali 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 Throwin my *** up pulling the trigga What the *** you lookin' at ***(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 *** standing outside letting 'em have it With my double barrel sawed off I'm smoking'em everybody *** *** 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 folk head I sweat *** which makes me a walking dead man man bringing more bad news to Schleprock 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 *** 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 *** 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 so now it's kilos five and six double zeros Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex blindin' *** 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 *** gettin' they scrilla like a gangsta, a killa And Mack'l 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