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

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