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Westside Connection – The gangsta, the killa and the dopedealer

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Westside Connection – The gangsta, the killa and the dopedealer

Westside Connection “The gangsta, the killa and the dopedealer” song

⬇️ Next Dates • Lyrics • Album • Credits ⬇️

  • THE NEXT DATES


  • LYRICS

    [Intro: Ice Cube]
    Hey, living in a California cage
    Y’all trying to study me?
    Gangbangin’ll 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’ penitentiaries y’all gon’ build?
    How many jars you gonna try to put us in?
    You know what I’m sayin’?

    [Chorus 1]
    Killa Cali is the state, murda
    Killa Cali is the state, murda
    Killa Cali is the state, murda
    Killa Cali is the state, murda

    [Verse 1: Ice Cube]
    Can’t none of y’all niggas fuck with none of these niggas
    These triggers, we’s killers (Hahaha)
    Sittin’ on the porch in between legs
    With a bitch French-braiding my hair, nahhh!
    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 (One, two, three)
    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 ’til it get dark
    So many cars parked in my gate (*Beep-beep!*)
    It’s like the international, house of pancakes (Ugh!)
    All on the grass (Ugh!), every bitch passed (Ugh!)
    I’m first, not last, when we all hit the ass (Ahh)
    Doin’ tricks jacked up like a six (What!)
    One pussy, and thirteen dicks
    Gangstas don’t dance, we boogie (Bow!)
    Niggas run out and get ya cookie
    Westside

    [Break]
    Woo-WOO, woo-woo
    Woo-WOO, woo-woo
    Woo-WOO, woo-woo
    Woo-WOO, woo-woo

    [Chorus 1:]
    Killa Cali is the state, murda
    Killa Cali is the state, murda
    Killa Cali is the state, murda (Murda!)
    Killa Cali is the state, murda (Murda!)

    [Verse 2: W.C]
    Who’s that dumpin’ out that window, hoo-riding?
    (West-Side!) Nobody survives when…
    I got my steel up, throwing my shit up, pulling the trigger (Ugh)
    What the fuck you lookin’ at, nigga? (Punk!)
    (*Whistles*) 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 (Ugh!)
    I’m smoking on everybody, niggas, bitches, and all
    Stretch ’em out in broad daylight, motherfuck the witnesses
    Eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette (Haha, yeah)
    As the sun frowns on my foreheadt, I sweat murder (Murder!)
    Which makes me the walking dead man
    Bringing more bad news than Schleprock
    When I bust shots (Ugh!), Dub-C keep the hammer cocked

    [Chorus 2: All, Ice Cube]
    The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer (Yeah!)
    The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer (Yeah!)
    The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer (Yeah!)
    The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer (What’s crackin’?!)

    [Verse 3: Mack 10]
    Well, it’s the nigga that’s housin’ the scene
    I got pounds of green and birds
    Sittin’ on the triple beams (Yes!)
    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 ye
    So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man (Whoa-whoa!)
    I make more deliveries than the postman (B-I-ITCH!)
    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 Kotex
    Blindin’ niggas with the boogers in my Rolex
    With my aces OT on a regular basis
    We got pavé’d faces fightin’ federal cases (Ha!)
    Cause ain’t nothin’ reala’ than niggas gettin’ they scrilla
    Like a gangsta, a killa, and Mack I’ll be the dope dealer

    [Chorus 1]
    Killa Cali is the state, murda (Murda!)
    Killa Cali is the state, murda (Murda!)
    Killa Cali is the state, murda (Murda!)
    Killa Cali is the state, murda (Murda!)

    [Chorus 2: All]
    The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer (Murda!)
    The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer (Murda!)
    The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer (Murda!)
    The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer (Murda!)
    The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer (Murda!)
    The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer (Murda!)
    The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer (Murda!)
    The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer

    [Outro: Ice Cube]
    Damn, it’s a trip, haha
    All these cameras goin’ up
    I can’t go here, I can’t go there
    I feel institutionalized
    And I’m on the streets



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