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Westside Connection - The Gangsta, the Killa, and The Dope Dealer

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Intro: Ice Cube

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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