WESTSIDE CONNECTION - the gangsta, the killa and the dope dealer lyrics
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Intro: Ice Cube
Living in a California cage, ya'll trying to study me
Gangbangin' a never die, it's too much love
You always gonna get niggas like us, you know what I mean
Got damn, how many more motherf**kin' penatentaries ya'll gonna build
How many jars you gonna try to put us in
You know what I'm saying
Can't none of ya'll niggas f**k with none of these niggas
These triggas we's killas
Sittin' on the porch in between legs
Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted
Wit a bitch French braiding my head
What's the Connection bitch you looking at it
It don't stop
And it's gonna take a miracle
I hit mo' licks than it takes to get to the center of a blow pop
To drive a car this color down Imperial
Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark
Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding
nobody survives when I got my steel up
Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga what the
f**k you looking at nigga true blue
When I bust leaving bodies hanging like the tongue
on my chucks chalk another one
Homicidal in the G ride
letting 'em have it
I swear I'm killing every nigga standing outside
With my double barrel sawed off I'm smoking
everybody nigga bitches and all stretch 'em
eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette
Out in broad daylight muthaf**k the witnesses
as the sun frowns on my forehead
man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock
I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead
when I bust shots
W.C. keep the hammer cocked...
Well, it's the nigga that's housin' the scene
I got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams
double decker, marble floors all checkered
Now what can I say every bitch I lay be pure and
I put it down on and off the record my flats a
I make more deliveries than the postman
bombay like Peruvian yae
So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man
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' 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
But Mack I'll be the dope deala
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Living in a California cage, ya'll trying to study me
Gangbangin' a never die, it's too much love
You always gonna get niggas like us, you know what I mean
Got damn, how many more motherf**kin' penatentaries ya'll gonna build
How many jars you gonna try to put us in
You know what I'm saying
Can't none of ya'll niggas f**k with none of these niggas
These triggas we's killas
Sittin' on the porch in between legs
Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted
Wit a bitch French braiding my head
What's the Connection bitch you looking at it
It don't stop
And it's gonna take a miracle
I hit mo' licks than it takes to get to the center of a blow pop
To drive a car this color down Imperial
Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark
Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding
nobody survives when I got my steel up
Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga what the
f**k you looking at nigga true blue
When I bust leaving bodies hanging like the tongue
on my chucks chalk another one
Homicidal in the G ride
letting 'em have it
I swear I'm killing every nigga standing outside
With my double barrel sawed off I'm smoking
everybody nigga bitches and all stretch 'em
eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette
Out in broad daylight muthaf**k the witnesses
as the sun frowns on my forehead
man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock
I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead
when I bust shots
W.C. keep the hammer cocked...
Well, it's the nigga that's housin' the scene
I got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams
double decker, marble floors all checkered
Now what can I say every bitch I lay be pure and
I put it down on and off the record my flats a
I make more deliveries than the postman
bombay like Peruvian yae
So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man
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' 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
But Mack I'll be the dope deala
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