Westside Connection

Westside Connection - The Gangsta The Killa And The Dope Dealer lyrics

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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 motherfuckin' 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 fuck with none of these niggas
 These triggas we's killas
 Sittin' on the porch in between legs
 Wit a bitch French braiding my head
 Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted
 What's the Connection bitch 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

 [W.C.]

 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
 fuck 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
 I swear I'm killing every nigga standing outside
 letting 'em have it
 With my double barrel sawed off I'm smoking
 everybody nigga bitches and all stretch 'em
 Out in broad daylight muthafuck the witnesses
 eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette
 as the sun frowns on my forehead
 I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead
 man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock
 when I bust shots
 W.C. keep the hammer cocked...

 [Mack 10]

 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 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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