Westside Connection - The Gangsta,The Killa And The Dope Dealer Album: Bow Down (1996) Track Number: 7 Lyrics: [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 [repeat 4X] [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 ti! ll 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 [repeat 4X] [WC] 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
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