Westside Connection - The Gangsta, The k**a And The Dope Dealer 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 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 county is a state, murda [repeat 4X] [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 foe's walk in my ?? 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 Gangsta's don't dance we boogie (ahhh) n***as run out and get ya cookie [Westside] k**a 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 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 deala [repeat 4X] [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 an Now it's kilos five and six double zeros Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex Blindin' n***as 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 n***as gettin' they scrilla Like a gangsta, a k**a But Mack I'll be the dope deala k**a county is a state, murda [repeat 4X] The gangsta the k**a 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