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Intro: ice cube
Living in a california cage, yaand'll trying to study me
Gangbanginand' a never die, itand's too much love
You always gonna get niggas like us, you know what i mean
Got damn, how many more motherfuckinand' penatentaries yaand'll gonna build
How many jars you gonna try to put us in
You know what iand'm saying
Canand't none of yaand'll niggas fuck with none of these niggas
These triggas weand's killas
Sittinand' on the porch in between legs
Wit a bitch french braiding my head
Leave and'em til they matted forearm tatted
Whatand's the connection bitch you looking at it
It donand't stop
I hit moand' licks than it takes to get to the center of a blow pop
And itand's gonna take a miracle
To drive a car this color down imperial
Yeah, i got heart but ainand't trying to see marcia clark
[w.c.]
Whoand's that dumpinand' out that window hoo riding
Nobody survives when i got my steel up
Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga what the
Fuck you looking at nigga true blue
When i bust leaving bodies hanging like the tongue
On my chucks chalk another one
Homicidal in the g ride
I swear iand'm killing every nigga standing outside
Letting and'em have it
With my double barrel sawed off iand'm smoking
Everybody nigga bitches and all stretch and'em
Out in broad daylight muthafuck 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 bringing more bad news than shlepp rock
When i bust shots
W.c. keep the hammer cocked...
[mack 10]
Well, itand's the nigga thatand's housinand' the scene
I got pounds of green and birds sittinand' 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 itand's kilos five and six double zeros
Now whatand's next iand'm stuck like a kotex
Blindinand' niggas with the buggas in my rolex
With my aces o-t on a regular basis
We got pauveted faces fightinand' federal cases
Cause ainand't nothinand' realaand' than niggas gettinand' they scrilla
Like a gangsta, a killa
But mack iand'll be the dope deala
Westside Connection
The Gangsta, The Killa, And The Dope Dealer
The Gangsta, The Killa, And The Dope Dealer
Intro: ice cube
Living in a california cage, yaand'll trying to study me
Gangbanginand' a never die, itand's too much love
You always gonna get niggas like us, you know what i mean
Got damn, how many more motherfuckinand' penatentaries yaand'll gonna build
How many jars you gonna try to put us in
You know what iand'm saying
Canand't none of yaand'll niggas fuck with none of these niggas
These triggas weand's killas
Sittinand' on the porch in between legs
Wit a bitch french braiding my head
Leave and'em til they matted forearm tatted
Whatand's the connection bitch you looking at it
It donand't stop
I hit moand' licks than it takes to get to the center of a blow pop
And itand's gonna take a miracle
To drive a car this color down imperial
Yeah, i got heart but ainand't trying to see marcia clark
[w.c.]
Whoand's that dumpinand' out that window hoo riding
Nobody survives when i got my steel up
Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga what the
Fuck you looking at nigga true blue
When i bust leaving bodies hanging like the tongue
On my chucks chalk another one
Homicidal in the g ride
I swear iand'm killing every nigga standing outside
Letting and'em have it
With my double barrel sawed off iand'm smoking
Everybody nigga bitches and all stretch and'em
Out in broad daylight muthafuck 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 bringing more bad news than shlepp rock
When i bust shots
W.c. keep the hammer cocked...
[mack 10]
Well, itand's the nigga thatand's housinand' the scene
I got pounds of green and birds sittinand' 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 itand's kilos five and six double zeros
Now whatand's next iand'm stuck like a kotex
Blindinand' niggas with the buggas in my rolex
With my aces o-t on a regular basis
We got pauveted faces fightinand' federal cases
Cause ainand't nothinand' realaand' than niggas gettinand' they scrilla
Like a gangsta, a killa
But mack iand'll be the dope deala
