[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 n***as like us, you know what I mean
God damn--how many more motherf**in' penatentaries ya'll gonna build
How many jars you gonna try to put us in
You know what I'm saying
k**a Cali is a state, murda
k**a Cali is a state, murda
k**a Cali is a state, murda
k**a Cali is a state, murda
[Verse 1:Ice Cube]
Can't none of ya'll n***as f** with none of these n***as
These triggas we's k**as (hahaha)
Sittin' on the porch in between legs
Wit a b**h French braiding my head
Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted
What's the Connection b**h 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 a** n***a)
So let's wait till it get dark
So many '4's parked in my gate
It's like the international, house of pancakes
All on the gra**, every b**h pa**ed
A first not last, when we all hit the a**
Doin' tricks jacked up like a six (what)
One p**y, and thirteen dicks
Gangstas don't dance, we boogie (ahhh)
n***as run out and get ya cookie
Westside
k**a Cali is a state, murda
k**a Cali is a state, murda
k**a Cali is a state, murda
k**a Cali is a state, murda
Verse 2: W.C
Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding (westsiide)
Nobody survives when I got my steel up
Throwing my sh** up pulling the trigga
What the f** you lookin' at n***a (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 k**ing every n***a standing outside
Letting 'em have it
With my double barrel sawed off
I'm smoking everybody n***a b**hes and all
Stretch 'em out in broad daylight muthaf** 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 co*ked
The gangsta, the k**a, and the dope dealer
The gangsta, the k**a, and the dope dealer
The gangsta, the k**a, and the dope dealer
The gangsta, the k**a, and the dope dealer
Verse 3: Mack 10
What's crackin
Well, it's the n***a 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 b**h 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 so
Now it's kilos five and six double zeros
Now what's next I'm stuffed like a Kotex
Blindin' n***as with the boogers 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 n***as gettin' they scrilla
Like a gangsta, a k**a
And Mack I'll be the dope dealer
k**a county is a state, murda
k**a county is a state, murda
k**a county is a state, murda
k**a county is a state, murda
The gangsta the k**a and the dope dealer[murda]
The gangsta the k**a and the dope dealer[murda]
The gangsta the k**a and the dope dealer[murda]
The gangsta the k**a and the dope dealer[murda]
The gangsta the k**a and the dope dealer[murda]
The gangsta the k**a and the dope dealer[murda]
The gangsta the k**a and the dope dealer[murda]
The gangsta the k**a and the dope dealer[murda]
Damn it's a trip, all these cameras goin up
I can't go here, I can't go there
I feel institutionalized
And I'm on the street