Westside Connection The Gangsta, The Killa And The Lyrics

[Intro: Ice Cube]
Hey, living in a California cage--ya'll trying to study me
g_______in' a never die--it's too much love
You always gonna get n____s like us, you know what I mean
God d___--how many more m_________in' penatentaries ya'll gonna build
How many jars you gonna try to put us in
You know what I'm saying

Killa county is a state, murda [repeat 4X]

[Ice Cube]
Can't none of ya'll n____s f___ with none of these n____s
These triggas we's killas (hahaha)
Sittin' on the porch in between legs
Wit a b____ French braiding my head
Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted
What's the Connection b____ you looking at it
It don't stop
I hit mo' licks than it
Takes to get to the center (once, two, three) 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
(Punk a__ n____)
So let's wait till it get dark
So many foe's walk in my ??
It's like the international, house of pancakes
All on the grass, every b____ passed
A first not last, when we all hit the a__
Doin' tricks jacked up like a six (what)
One p____, and thirteen d___s
Gangsta's don't dance we boogie (ahhh)
n____s run out and get ya cookie
[Westside]

Killa county is a state, murda [repeat 4X]

[W.C.]
Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding (westsiide)
Nobody survives when I got my steel up
Throwing my s___ up pulling the trigga
What the f___ you lookin' at n____ [whistle]
True blue when I bust
Leavin' bodies hangin' like the tongue of my chucks
Chalk another one, homicidal in the G ride
I swear I'm killing every n____ standing outside
Letting 'em have it
With my double barrel sawed off
I'm smoking everybody n____ b____es and all
Stretch 'em out in broad daylight m____fuck the witnesses
Eyes big as golf b____ from the funny cigarette [haha]
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 c___ed

The gangsta, the killa, and the dope deala [repeat 4X]

[Mack 10]
What's crackin
Well, it's the n____ 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 b____ 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' n____s 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 n____s gettin' they scrilla
Like a gangsta, a killa
But Mack I'll be the dope deala

Killa county is a state, murda [repeat 4X]
The gangsta the killa and the dope deala (murda) [repeat 8X]

d___ it's a trip, all these cameras goin up
I cant go here, I can't go there
I feel institutionalized
And i'm on the street