Lyrics:

Intro Ice Cube)
hey, Living In A California Cage--Yall Trying To Study Me
gangbanginl 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 Cali Is A State, Murda (Repeat 4x)

(Ice Cube)
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 Hair
leave em Til They Matted Forearm Tatted
whats The Connection Bitch You Looking At It
it Dont Stop
i Hits Mo Licks Than It
takes To Get To The Center (One, 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 Gate!
its Like The International, House Of Pancakes
all On The Grass, Every Bitch Passed
im 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 Cookies
(Westside)

killa Cali Is A State, Murda (Repeat 4x)

(W.c.)
whos That Dumpin Out That Window Hoo Riding(Westsiide)
nobody Survives When I Got My Steel Up
throwin My Shit Up Pulling The Trigga
what The Fuck You Lookin At Nigga(Whistle)
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 Smokingem Everybody Niggas 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 Folk Head
i Sweat Murder Which Makes Me A Walking Dead Man
man Bringing More Bad News To Schleprock
when I Bust Shots
w.c. Keep The Hammer Cocked

the Gangsta, The Killa, And The Dope Deala (Repeat 4x)

(Mack 10)
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 So
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
and Mackl Be The Dope Deala

killa County Is A State, Murda (Repeat 4x)
the Gangsta The Killa And The Dope Deala(Murda) (Repeat 8x)

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