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Westside Connection - The Gangsta, The Killa And The Dope Dealer Şarkı Sözleri
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 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 (-repeat 4x-) (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 tongue of my chucks 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 (-repeat 4x-) (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 (-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 |
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