Текст песни 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