Westside Connection - The Gangsta, the Killa and the Dope Dealer Lyrics

Artist: Westside Connection Lyrics
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Album: Track 7 on Bow Down
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[Ice Cube]
Hey, living in a California cage, y'all trying to study me
Gangbangin' a never die, it's too much love
You always gonna get *****s like us, you know what I mean
God damn--how many more **********in' penitentiaries y'all gonna build
How many jars you gonna try to put us in
You know what I'm saying

Killa county is a state, murder [Repeat: x4]

[Ice Cube]
Can't none of y'all *****s **** with none of these *****s
These triggas we's killers
Sittin' on the porch in between legs
Wit a ***** French braiding my head
Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted
What's the Connection ***** 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 *** *****)
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 ***** passed
A 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
*****s run out and get ya cookie


Killa county is a state, murda [Repeat: x4]

Who's that dumpin' out that window ho riding (westside)
Nobody survives when I got my steel up
Throwing 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 everybody ***** *****es and all
Stretch 'em out in broad daylight ********** the witnesses
Eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette
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 dealer [Repeat: x4]

[Mack 10]
What's cracking
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 an
Now it's kilos five and six double zeros
Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex
Blindin' *****s with the buggers 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 *****s gettin' they scrilla
Like a gangsta, a killer
But Mack I'll be the dope dealer

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

Damn it's a trip, all these cameras going up
I cant go here, I can't go there
I feel institutionalized
And I'm on the street

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