The Gangsta, The Killa And The Dope Dealer

歌詞

Intro: Ice Cube) Hey, living in a California cage--ya'll trying to study me Gangbangin'l 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' penatentaries ya'll gonna build How many jars you gonna try to put us in You know what I'm saying Killa Cali is a state, murda (*repeat 4X*) (Ice Cube) Can't none of ya'll niggas fuck with none of these niggas These triggas we's killas(hahaha) Sittin' on the porch in between legs Wit a bitch French braiding my hair Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted What's the Connection bitch you looking at it It don't stop I hits mo' licks than it Takes to get to the center (one, 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 ass nigga) So let's wait till it get dark So many foe's walk in my gate! It's like the international, house of pancakes All on the grass, every bitch passed I'm first not last, when we all hit the ass Doin' tricks jacked up like a six(what) One Pussy, and thirteen dicks Gangsta's don't dance we boogie(ahhh) Niggas run out and get ya cookies (Westside) Killa Cali 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 Throwin my shit up pulling the trigga What the fuck you lookin' at nigga(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 killing every nigga standing outside letting 'em have it With my double barrel sawed off I'm smoking'em everybody niggas bitches and all Stretch 'em out in broad daylight muthafuck the witnesses eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette(haha) as the sun frowns on my folk head I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead man man bringing more bad news to Schleprock when I bust shots W.C. keep the hammer cocked The gangsta, the killa, and the dope deala (*repeat 4X*) (Mack 10) What's crackin Well, it's the nigga 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 bitch 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 stuck like a Kotex blindin' niggas 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 niggas gettin' they scrilla like a gangsta, a killa And Mack'l be the dope deala Killa county is a state, murda (*repeat 4X*) The gangsta the killa 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