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Some information about The Gangstathe Killaa Lyrics Title: Westside Connection - The Gangstathe Killaa lyrics Artist: Westside Connection Album: Bow Down Visitors: 2 visitors have visited The Gangstathe Killaa Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. Intro: Ice Cube Hey 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 usyou know what I mean God 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 Killa county is a statemurda(x4) (Ice Cube) Can t none of ya ll niggas fuck with none of these niggas These triggas we s killas[hahaha] 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 [oncetwothree]of a blow pop And it s gonna take a miracle To drive a car this color down Imperial YeahI got heart but ain t trying to see Marcia Clark [Punk ass nigga] So let s wait till it get dark So many foe s walk in my ??? It s like the internationalhouse of pancakes All on the grassevery bitch passed A first not lastwhen we all hit the ass Doin tricks jacked up like a six[what] One Pussyand thirteen dicks Gangsta s don t dance we boogie[ahhh] Niggas run out and get ya cookie [Westside] Killa county is a statemurda(x4) (W.C.) Who s that dumpin out that window hoo riding[westsiide] nobody survives when I got my steel up Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga What the fuck you lookin at nigga[whistle] True blue when I bust Leavin bodies hangin like the tank of my tucks Chalk another onehomicidal 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[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 cocked The gangstathe killaand the dope deala(x4) (Mack 10) What s crackin Wellit 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 deckermarble 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 mostman 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 gangstaa killa But Mack I ll be the dope deala Killa county is a statemurda(x4) The gangsta the killa and the dope deala[murda](x8) Damn it s a tripall these cameras goin up I cant go hereI can t go there I feel institutionalized And i m on the street Hottest songs from Westside Connection : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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