The Gangsta, The Killa, And The Dope Dealer

Westside Connection

Intro: Ice Cube




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



Got 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




Can't none of ya'll niggas fuck with none of these niggas



These triggas we's killas



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 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




[W.C.]




Who's that dumpin' 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 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



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]




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