Game Westside Story Lyrics

Artist: Game
Publishers: ©Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
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Length: 3:43

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Crip *****z, Blood *****z, Essay's, Asians,
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boyz, Jamaicans,
Latin Kingz, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians,
All these ************s been patiently waiting,
Since the west coast fell off the streets been watchin',
The west coast never fell off I was asleep in Compton,
Aftermath been here the beats been knocking,
Nate Dogg doing his thing DPG still popping,
I got California love, ****ing *****es to that Pac ****,
And westside connection been had it locked *****,
I'm in the rear view my guns is cockin',
I'll put red dots on that ***** head like Rodman,
All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases,
Fought that, not guilty I'm back,
*****s hate me been there, done that, sold crack,
Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback,
Homie I'll bring you're CA back,
And I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybacks,
All you old record labels trying to advance,
Aftermath ***** take it like a **********ing man,

[Chorus: x2]
If you take a look in my eyes,
You see I'll be a gangsta till I die,
That California chronic got me so high,
Game tell them where your from,
***** westside!

I'm lowriding homie, 6 Tre impala,
Gold d spinning, chrome hydraulics
Run up on my low-low you stop breathing,
Hollow tips make *****s disappear like Houdini,
Gang banging is real,
Homie I'm living proof like Snoop Dogg see-Walking on top of the devils roof,
Rap critics want to converse, about this and that,
Cause red strings in this converse and this a Dre track,
Keep jibberin' jabbering I'll pull a .38 magnum,
And get the clicking and clacking,
You'll homies will want to kno what happened,
Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson,
I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clapping,
Prior to rapping I was drug traffic, and
In the dope spot playing John Madden,
Homie I ain't bragging, I took five,
If you want to die run up on that black 745

[Chorus: x2]

New York New York, big city of dreams,
I got my L.A Dodger fitted on I'm doing my thing,
Got me ****ing wit G-Unit you know the drama that bring,
I got *****s in Westside Compton and Southside Queens,
And Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through,
So I don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo,
I'm gangsta more like Deebo when he was Zeus,
Play bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice,
You *****s is nuts so, I take off you're roof,
Leave your *** stretched out like a Cadillac Coupe,
God gotta let me in heaven all the **** I been through,
I was an OG in the hood before I turned 22,
Homie I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest,
And I know Compton don't play whether or not he left that **** on the dresser,
Got Compton on my back,
I'm starting to feel the pressure,
I'm lyrically cool-g rapping these Dre records

[Chorus: x2]
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