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

Westside Connection

歌词

Heaven, living in a

California cage, y'all trying to study me

Gangbangin' a never die, it's too much love

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

I meanGod damn how many more **********in' 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

ImperialYeah,

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 [Incomprehensible]

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 **** up pulling the trigga

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

True blue when

I bustLeavin' bodies hangin' like the tongue of my chucks

Chalk another one, homicidal in the

G rideI swear

I'm killing every ***** standing outside

Letting 'em have it with my double barrel sawed off

I'm smoking everybody ***** *****es 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 layBe pure and

Bombay like

Peruvian yeah

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

And now it's kilos five and six double zeros

Now what's next

I'm stuck like a

KotexBlindin' *****s with the buggas in my

RolexWith 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