[Intro: Ice Cube]
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Hey, living in a California cage--ya'll trying to study me
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Gangbangin' a never die--it's too much love
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You always gonna get niggas like us, you know what I mean
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God damn--how many more motherfuckin' penatentaries ya'll gonna build
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How many jars you gonna try to put us in
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You know what I'm saying
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Killa county is a state, murda [repeat 4X]
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[Ice Cube]
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Can't none of ya'll niggas fuck with none of these niggas
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These triggas we's killas (hahaha)
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Sittin' on the porch in between legs
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Wit a bitch French braiding my head
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Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted
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What's the Connection bitch you looking at it
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It don't stop
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I hit mo' licks than it
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Takes to get to the center (once, two, three) of a blow pop
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And it's gonna take a miracle
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To drive a car this color down Imperial
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Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark
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(Punk ass nigga)
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So let's wait till it get dark
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So many foe's walk in my ??
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It's like the international, house of pancakes
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All on the grass, every bitch passed
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A first not last, when we all hit the ass
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Doin' tricks jacked up like a six (what)
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One Pussy, and thirteen dicks
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Gangsta's don't dance we boogie (ahhh)
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Niggas run out and get ya cookie
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[Westside]
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Killa county is a state, murda [repeat 4X]
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[W.C.]
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Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding (westsiide)
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Nobody survives when I got my steel up
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Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga
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What the fuck you lookin' at nigga [whistle]
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True blue when I bust
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Leavin' bodies hangin' like the tongue of my chucks
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Chalk another one, homicidal in the G ride
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I swear I'm killing every nigga standing outside
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Letting 'em have it
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With my double barrel sawed off
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I'm smoking everybody nigga bitches and all
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Stretch 'em out in broad daylight muthafuck the witnesses
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Eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette [haha]
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As the sun frowns on my forehead
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I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead man
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Man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock
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When I bust shots
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W.C. keep the hammer cocked
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The gangsta, the killa, and the dope deala [repeat 4X]
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[Mack 10]
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What's crackin
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Well, it's the nigga that's housin' the scene
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I got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams
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I put it down on and off the record my flats a
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Double decker, marble floors all checkered
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Now what can I say every bitch I lay be pure and
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Bombay like Peruvian yae
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So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man
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I make more deliveries than the postman
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My homie Carlito plug me with the amigos an
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Now it's kilos five and six double zeros
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Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex
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Blindin' niggas with the buggas in my Rolex
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With my aces o-t on a regular basis
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We got pauveted faces fightin' federal cases
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Cause ain't nothin' reala' than niggas gettin' they scrilla
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Like a gangsta, a killa
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But Mack I'll be the dope deala
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Killa county is a state, murda [repeat 4X]
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The gangsta the killa and the dope deala (murda) [repeat 8X]
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Damn it's a trip, all these cameras goin up
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I cant go here, I can't go there
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I feel institutionalized
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And i'm on the street
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The Gangsta, The Killa And The Dope Dealer
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Westside Connection |