The Gangsta, The Killa And The Dope Dealer lyrics

[Intro: Ice Cube]
Hey, living in a California cage
Y'all trying to study me?
Gangbangin'll never die, it's too much love
You always gonna get n*ggas like us, you know what I mean
God damn
How many more motherf*ckin' penitentiaries y'all gon' build?
How many jars you gonna try to put us in?
You know what I'm sayin'?

[Chorus 1]
Killa Cali is the state, murda
Killa Cali is the state, murda
Killa Cali is the state, murda
Killa Cali is the state, murda

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
Can't none of y'all n*ggas f*ck with none of these n*ggas
These triggers, we's killers (Hahaha)
Sittin' on the porch in between legs
With a b*tch French-braiding my hair, nahhh!
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 of a Blow pop (One, two, three)
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 ass n*gga!)
So let's wait 'til it get dark
So many cars parked in my gate (*Beep-beep!*)
It's like the international, house of pancakes (Ugh!)
All on the grass (Ugh!), every b*tch passed (Ugh!)
I'm first, not last, when we all hit the ass (Ahh)
Doin' tricks jacked up like a six (What!)
One pus*y, and thirteen di*ks
Gangstas don't dance, we boogie (Bow!)
n*ggas run out and get ya cookie
Westside
[Break]
Woo-WOO, woo-woo
Woo-WOO, woo-woo
Woo-WOO, woo-woo
Woo-WOO, woo-woo

[Chorus 1:]
Killa Cali is the state, murda
Killa Cali is the state, murda
Killa Cali is the state, murda (Murda!)
Killa Cali is the state, murda (Murda!)

[Verse 2: W.C]
Who's that dumpin' out that window, hoo-riding?
(West-Side!) Nobody survives when...
I got my steel up, throwing my sh*t up, pulling the trigger (Ugh)
What the f*ck you lookin' at, n*gga? (Punk!)
(*Whistles*) 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*gga standing outside
Letting 'em have it, with my double barrel sawed off (Ugh!)
I'm smoking on everybody, n*ggas, b*tches, and all
Stretch 'em out in broad daylight, motherf*ck the witnesses
Eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette (Haha, yeah)
As the sun frowns on my foreheadt, I sweat murder (Murder!)
Which makes me the walking dead man
Bringing more bad news than Schleprock
When I bust shots (Ugh!), Dub-C keep the hammer c*cked
[Chorus 2: All, Ice Cube]
The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer (Yeah!)
The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer (Yeah!)
The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer (Yeah!)
The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer (What's crackin'?!)

[Verse 3: Mack 10]
Well, it's the n*gga that's housin' the scene
I got pounds of green and birds
Sittin' on the triple beams (Yes!)
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 ye
So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man (Whoa-whoa!)
I make more deliveries than the postman (B-I-ITCH!)
My homie Carlito plug me with the amigos
So, now, it's kilos, five and six double zeros
Now, what's next? I'm stuffed like Kotex
Blindin' n*ggas with the boogers in my Rolex
With my aces OT on a regular basis
We got pavé'd faces fightin' federal cases (Ha!)
Cause ain't nothin' reala' than n*ggas gettin' they scrilla
Like a gangsta, a killa, and Mack I'll be the dope dealer

[Chorus 1]
Killa Cali is the state, murda (Murda!)
Killa Cali is the state, murda (Murda!)
Killa Cali is the state, murda (Murda!)
Killa Cali is the state, murda (Murda!)
[Chorus 2: All]
The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer (Murda!)
The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer (Murda!)
The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer (Murda!)
The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer (Murda!)
The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer (Murda!)
The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer (Murda!)
The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer (Murda!)
The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer

[Outro: Ice Cube]
Damn, it's a trip, haha
All these cameras goin' up
I can't go here, I can't go there
I feel institutionalized
And I'm on the streets