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Westside Story
The Game; 50 Cent
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Crip niggas, Blood niggas, Eses, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians
All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin'
Since the West Coast fell off, the steets 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, fuckin' bitches to that Pac shit
And Westside Connection been had it locked bitch
I'm in the rear-view, my guns is cockin'
I'll put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman
All Stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases
Fought that, not guilty I'm back
Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack
Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back
Payback, homie, I'm bringing C.A. back
And I don't do button-up shirts or drive Maybachs
All you old record labels tryin' to advance
Aftermath, bitch, take it like a motherfuckin' man
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game, tell 'em where your from
(Nigga, Westside)
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game, tell 'em where your from
(Nigga, Westside)
I'm low-ridin' homie, Six-Tre impala
Gold Ds spinnin', chrome hydraulics
Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin'
Hollow tips make niggas dissappear like houdini
Gang bangin' 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 this converse and this a Dre track
Keep jibberin' jabberin', I pull a .38 Magnum
And get the clickin' and clackin'
Your homies wanna know what happened
Come to Compton, see Thriller like Mike Jackson
I might be Spike Lee of this gun clappin'
Prior to rappin' I was drug traffickin'
In the dope 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'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game, tell 'em where your from
(Nigga, Westside)
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game, tell 'em where your from
(Nigga, Westside)
New York, New York, big city of dreams
I got my L.A Dodger fitted on I'm doing my thing
Got me fuckin' wit' G-Unit, you know the drama that bring
I got niggas 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 gangsta more like Deebo when he was Zeus
Play Bishop, I paint that picture, now who got the juice?
You niggas is Nutso, I'll take off ur roof
Leave your ass steched out like a Cadillac Coupe
God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through
I was an 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 that shit 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'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game, tell 'em where your from
(Nigga, Westside)
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game, tell 'em where your from
(Nigga, Westside)
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