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Intro: Ice Cube)
Hey, living in a California cage--ya'll trying to study me
g*ngb*ngin' a never die--it's too much love
You always gonna get like us, you know what I mean
God d*mn--how many more motherfkin' 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 fk with none of these
These triggas we's killashahaha
Sittin' on the porch in between legs
Wit a b*tch French braiding my head
Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted
What's the Connection b*tch you looking at it
It don't stop
I hit mo' licks than it
Takes to get to the center once, two, threeof 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 as* nigg* So let's wait till it get dark
So many foe's walk in my gate!
It's like the international, house of pancakes
All on the grass, every b*tch passed
A first not last, when we all hit the ass
Doin' tricks jacked up like a sixwhat
One p*ssy, and thirteen d*cks
Gangsta's don't dance we boogieahhh
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 ridingwestsiide
nobody survives when I got my steel up
Throwing my s**t up pulling the trigga
What the fk you lookin' at nigg*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 nigg* standing outside
letting 'em have it
With my double barrel sawed off
I'm smoking everybody nigg* girls and all
Stretch 'em out in broad daylight muth*fk the witnesses
eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarettehaha
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*cked
The gangsta, the killa, and the dope deala (*repeat 4X*)
(Mack 10)
What's crackin
Well, it's the nigg* 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*tch 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' 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 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 dealamurda (*repeat 8X*)
d*mn 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