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