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Westside Story
Game (The)
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Crip, Blood, eses, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, white boys, Jamaicans
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians
All these motherf- been patiently waitin'
Since the West Coast fell off, the streets been watchin'
The West Coast never fell off, I was 'sleep in Compton
Aftermath been here, the beats been knockin'
Nate Dogg doin' his thing, DPG still poppin'
I got California Love - to that 'Pac
And Westside Connection, been had it locked
I'm in the rearview, my - is cockin'
I put red dots on a - head like Rodman
All-Stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases
Fought that, not guilty, I'm back, - hate me
Been there, done that, sold -, got jacked
Got shot, came back, jumped on Dre's back
Payback, homie, I'm bringin' CA back
And I don't do button-up shirts or drive Maybachs
All you old record labels tryna advance
Aftermath -, take it like a motherf- man
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I be a gangster 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game, tell 'em where you from (Westside)
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I be a gangster 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game, tell 'em where you from (Westside)
I'm lowridin', homie, six-trey Impala
Gold D's spinnin', chrome hydraulics
Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin'
Hollow tips make disappear like Houdini
Gangbangin' is real, homie, I'm livin' proof
Like Snoop Dogg C-walkin' on top of the devil's roof
Rap critics wanna converse about this and that
'Cause red strings in his Converse, and this a Dre track
Keep jibberin' and jabberin', I pull the .38
I'ma get to clickin' and clackin'
Your homies wanna know what happened
Come to Compton, see Thriller like Mike Jackson
I might be Spike Lee of this - clappin'
Prior to rappin', I was - traffickin'
In the - spot, playin' John Madden
Homie, I ain't braggin', I took five
You wanna die? Run up on that black 7-45
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I be a gangster 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game, tell 'em where you from (Westside)
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I be a gangster 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game, tell 'em where you from (Westside)
New York, New York, big city of dreams
I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, I'm doin' my thing
Got me f- with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring
I got - in Westside Compton and Southside Queens
And Buck told me in Cashville, I'm good when I come through
So I ain't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Pooh
I'm gangster, more like Deebo when he was Zeus
Play Bishop, I paint that picture, now who got the juice?
You - is nutso, I'll take off your roof
Leave your ass stretched out like a Cadillac Coupe
God gotta let me in Heaven, all the - I've been through
I was a O.G. in the hood before I turned 22
Homie, I let the .38 special rip through that vest
And I don't contemplate whether or not he left his - on the dresser
Got Compton on my back, I'm startin' to feel the pressure
I'm lyrically Kool G Rap on these Dre records
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I be a gangster 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game, tell 'em where you from (Westside)
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I be a gangster 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game, tell 'em where you from (Westside)