The Game, 50 Cent - Westside Story

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)