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Intro: Ice CubeHey,Living in a California cage--ya'll trying to study meGangbangin' a never die--it's too much loveYou always gonna get niggas like us, you know what I meanGod damn--how many more motherfuckin' penatentaries ya'll gonna buildHow many jars you gonna try to put us inYou know what I'm sayingKilla county is a state, murda(x4)(Ice Cube)Can't none of ya'll niggas fuck with none of these niggasThese triggas we's killas[hahaha]Sittin' on the porch in between legsWit a bitch French braiding my headLeave 'em til they matted forearm tattedWhat's the Connection bitch you looking at itIt don't stopI hit mo' licks than itTakes to get to the center [once, two, three]of a blow popAnd it's gonna take a miracleTo drive a car this color down I'mperialYeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark[Punk ass nigga] So let's wait till it get darkSo many foe's walk in my ???It's like the international, house of pancakesAll on the grass, every bitch passedA first not last, when we all hit the assDoin' tricks jacked up like a six[what]One Pussy, and thirteen dicksGangsta's don't dance we boogie[ahhh]Niggas run out and get ya cookie[Westside]Killa county is a state, murda(x4)(W.C.)Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding[westsiide]nobody survives when I got my steel upThrowing my shit up pulling the triggaWhat the fuck you lookin' at nigga[whistle]True blue when I bustLeavin' bodies hangin' like the tank of my tucksChalk another one, homicidal in the G rideI swear I'm killing every nigga standing outsideletting 'em have itWith my double barrel sawed offI'm smoking everybody nigga bitches and allStretch 'em out in broad daylight muthafuck the witnesseseyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette[haha]as the sun frowns on my foreheadI sweat murder which makes me a walking dead manman bringing more bad news than shlepp rockwhen I bust shotsW.C. keep the hammer cockedThe gangsta, the killa, and the dope deala(x4)(Mack 10)What's crackinWell, it's the nigga that's housin' the sceneI got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beamsI put it down on and off the record my flats adouble decker, marble floors all checkeredNow what can I say every bitch I lay be pure andbombay like Peruvian yaeSo I brag and I boast man I got the most, manI make more deliveries than the postmanMy homie Carlito plug me with the amigos annow it's kilos five and six double zerosNow what's next I'm stuck like a Kotexblindin' niggas with the buggas in my RolexWith my aces o-t on a regular basiswe got pauveted faces fightin' federal casescause ain't nothin' reala' than niggas gettin' they scrillalike a gangsta, a killaBut Mack I'll be the dope dealaKilla county is a state, murda(x4)The gangsta the killa and the dope deala[murda](x8)Damn it's a trip, all these cameras goin upI cant go here, I can't go thereI feel institutionalizedAnd i'm on the streetmore