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
Killa county is a state, murda
Killa county is a state, murda
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
Killa county is a state, murda
Killa county is a state, murda
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
The gangsta, the killa, and the **** dealer
The gangsta, the killa, and the **** dealer
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
Killa county is a state, murda
Killa county is a state, murda
Killa county is a state, murda
The gangsta the killa and the **** dealer
The gangsta the killa and the **** dealer
The gangsta the killa and the **** dealer
The gangsta the killa and the **** dealer
The gangsta the killa and the **** dealer
The gangsta the killa and the **** dealer
The gangsta the killa and the **** dealer
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
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