The Gangsta, The Killa and the Dope Dealer

Hey, living in a California cage

Y'all tryna study me?

Gangbangin'll never die, it's too much love

You always gonna get **** like us, you know what I mean

God damn

How many more motherfuckin' penitentiaries y'all gon' build?

How many jars you gonna try to put us in?

You know what I'm sayin'?

Killa Cali is the state, murda

Killa Cali is the state, murda

Killa Cali is the state, murda

Killa Cali is the state, murda

Can't none of y'all **** fuck with none of these ****

These triggers, we's killers (Ha-ha-ha)

Sittin' on the porch, in-between legs

With a bitch French-braiding my hair, now!

I leave 'em in till 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 (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 ****!)

So let's wait till it get dark

So many cars parked in my gate

It's like the International House of Pancakes (Ugh!)

All on the grass (Ugh!) Every bitch passed (Ugh!)

I'm first, not last, when we all hit the ass (Ahh)

Doin' tricks, jacked up like a six (What!)

One pussy, and thirteen dicks

Gangstas don't dance, we boogie (Bow!)

**** run out and get ya cookie (Westside)

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!)

Who's that dumpin' out that window, who riding?

(Westside!) Nobody survives when

I got my steel up, throwing my shit up, pulling the trigger (Ugh)

What the fuck you lookin' at, ****? (Punk!)

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 **** standing outside

Letting 'em have it, with my double barrel sawed off (Ugh!)

I'm smoking on everybody, ****, bitches, and all

Stretch 'em out in broad daylight, motherfuck the witnesses

Eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette (Haha, yeah)

As the sun frowns on my forehead, 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 cocked

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'?!)

Well, it's the **** 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 flat's a

Double decker, marble floors all checkered

Now, what can I say, every bitch I lay be pure and

Bombay like Peruvian yay'

So I brag and I boast man, I got the most, man

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' **** 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' realer than **** gettin' they scrilla

Like a gangsta, a killa, and Mack, I'll be the dope dealer

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!)

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

Damn, it's a trip

All these cameras goin' up

I can't go here, I can't go there

I feel institutionalized

And I'm on the streets