The Gangsta, The Killa And The **** Dealer

Westside Connection

专辑：Bow Down

歌词

作词 : Bud'da, Ice Cube, Mack Ten ...

Heaven, living in a California cage, y'all trying to study me

********in' a never die, it's too much love

You always gonna get ********s like us, you know what I mean

God damn how many more mother********' penatentaries y'all gonna build

How many jars you gonna try to put us in you know what I'm saying

Killa county is a state, murda

Can't none of y'all ********s ******** with none of these ********s

These triggas we's killas, sittin' on the porch in between legs

Wit a ************ French braiding my head

Now I leave 'em 'til they matted forearm tatted

What's the Connection ************ you looking at it

It don't stop I hit mo' licks than it takes to get to the center 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

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 grass, every ************ passed

A first not last, when we all hit the ass

Doin' tricks jacked up like a six, one ************, and thirteen ************s

Gangsta's don't dance we boogie, ********s run out and get ya cookie

Killa county is a state, murda

Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding

Nobody survives when I got my steel up

Throwing my ************t up pulling the trigga

What the ******** you lookin' at ********

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 ******** standing outside

Letting 'em have it with my double barrel sawed off

I'm smoking everybody ******** ******** and all

Stretch 'em out in broad daylight mutha******** the witnesses

Eyes big as golf ******** from the funny cigarette

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 ********ed

The gangsta, the killa, and the **** dealer

What's crackin' well, it's the ******** 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 ************ I lay

Be pure and Bombay like Peruvian yeah

So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man

I make more deliveries than the pos********an

My homie Carlito plug me with the amigos

And now it's kilos five and six double zeros

Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex

Blindin' ********s with the buggas in my Rolex

With my aces OT on a regular basis

We got pauveted faces fightin' federal cases

Cause ain't nothin' reala than ********s gettin' they scrilla

Like a gangsta, a killa but Mack I'll be the **** deala

Killa county is a state, murda

The gangsta the killa and the **** dealer

Damn it's a trip, all these cameras goin' up

I can't go here, I can't go there

I feel institutionalized

And I'm on the street