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Westside Connection lyrics The Gangsta, The Killa, A 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(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 Other Westside Connection lyrics: Westward Ho lyrics Do You Like Criminals? lyrics 3 Time Felons lyrics King Of Tha Hill lyrics Cross 'Em Out And Put A ' lyrics Gangstas Don't Dance (Ins lyrics All The Critics In New Yo lyrics Hoo-Bangin' lyrics Gangstas Make The World G lyrics Bow Down lyrics |