The Gangsta ,The Killa And The D **e Dealer -Westside Connection
Hey living in a California cage
Y'all trying to study me
Gangbanging 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 motherf**king 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
Killa county is a state murder
Killa county is a state murder
Killa county is a state murder
Can't none of y'all niggas f**k with none of these niggas
These triggas we's killers
Sitting on the porch in between legs
Wit a b**ch French braiding my head yeah
I leave 'em 'til they matted forearm tatted
What's the Connection b**ch you looking at it
It don't stop
I hit mo'licks than it
Takes to get to the center 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
So let's wait till it get dark
So many foe's walk in my yeah
It's like the international house of pancakes
All on the grass every b**ch passed
A first not last when we all hit the a**
Doing tricks jacked up like a six what
One P**sy and thirteen dicks
Gangsta's don't dance we boogie
Niggas run out and get ya cookie
Westside
Killa county is a state murda
Killa county is a state murda
Killa county is a state murda
Killa county is a state murda
Who's that dumping out that window ho riding
Nobody survives when I got my steel up
Throwing my sh*t up pulling the trigga
What the f**k you looking at ni**a
True blue when I bust
Leaving bodies hanging like the tongue of my chucks
Chalk another one homicidal in the G ride
I swear I'm killing every ni**a standing outside
Letting 'em have it
With my double barrel sawed off
I'm smoking everybody ni**a b**ches and all
Stretch 'em out in broad daylight motherf**k 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
WC keep the hammer cocked
The gangsta the killa and the d**e dealer
The gangsta the killa and the d**e dealer
The gangsta the killa and the d**e dealer
The gangsta the killa and the d**e dealer
Well it's the ni**a that's housing the scene
I got pounds of green and birds sitting 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 b**ch 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
Blinding niggas with the buggers in my Rolex
With my aces ot on a regular basis
We got pauveted faces fighting federal cases
Cause ain't nothing reala'than niggas getting they scrilla
Like a gangsta a killer
But Mack I'll be the d**e dealer
Killa county is a state murda
Killa county is a state murda
Killa county is a state murda
Killa county is a state murda
The gangsta the killa and the d**e deala
The gangsta the killa and the d**e deala
The gangsta the killa and the d**e deala
The gangsta the killa and the d**e deala
The gangsta the killa and the d**e deala
The gangsta the killa and the d**e deala
The gangsta the killa and the d**e deala
The gangsta the killa and the d**e deala
Damn it's a trip all these cameras going up
I can't go here I can't go there
I feel institutionalized
And I'm on the street