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The Gangsta, The Killa, And The Dope Dealer Lyrics

Artist: Westside Connection
Album: Bow Down

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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