Hey, living in a California cage--yall trying to study me
Gangbangin a never die--its too much love
You always gonna get niggas like us, you know what I mean
God damn--how many more motherfuckin penatentaries yall gonna build
How many jars you gonna try to put us in
You know what Im saying
Killa county is a state, murda
Cant none of yall niggas fuck with none of these niggas
These triggas wes killas (hahaha)
Sittin on the porch in between legs
Wit a bitch French braiding my head
Leave em til they matted forearm tatted
Whats the Connection bitch you looking at it
It dont stop
I hit mo licks than it
Takes to get to the center (once, two, three) of a blow pop
And its gonna take a miracle
To drive a car this color down Imperial
Yeah, I got heart but aint trying to see Marcia Clark
(Punk ass nigga)
So lets wait till it get dark
So many foes walk in my ??
Its like the international, house of pancakes
All on the grass, every bitch passed
A first not last, when we all hit the ass
Doin tricks jacked up like a six (what)
One Pussy, and thirteen dicks
Gangstas dont dance we boogie (ahhh)
Niggas run out and get ya cookie
Killa county is a state, murda
Whos 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
True blue when I bust
Leavin bodies hangin like the tongue of my chucks
Chalk another one, homicidal in the G ride
I swear Im killing every nigga standing outside
Letting em have it
With my double barrel sawed off
Im 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
Man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock
When I bust shots
W.C. keep the hammer cocked
The gangsta, the killa, and the dope deala
Whats crackin
Well, its the nigga thats 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 its kilos five and six double zeros
Now whats next Im 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 aint nothin reala than niggas gettin they scrilla
Like a gangsta, a killa
But Mack Ill be the dope deala
Killa county is a state, murda
The gangsta the killa and the dope deala (murda)
Damn its a trip, all these cameras goin up
I cant go here, I cant go there
I feel institutionalized
And im on the street
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