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game – westside story lyrics

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crip n-gg-z, blood n-gg-z, ese’s, asians
dominicans, puerto ricans, white boys, jamaicans
latin kings, disciples, vice lords, haitians
all these motherf-ckers been patiently waitin’
since the west coast fell off, the streets been watchin’
the west coast never fell off, i was sleepin’ in compton
aftermath been here, the beats been knockin’
nate dogg doin’ his thing, dpg still poppin’

i got ‘california love’ f-ckin’ b-tches to that ‘pac sh-t
and westside connection, been had it locked b-tch
i’m in the rearview, my guns is c-ckin’
i put red dots on that n-gg- head like rodman
all stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases
fought that, not guilty, i’m back
n-gg-z hate me been here, done that, sold crack, got jacked
got shot, came back, jumped on dre’s back

payback, homey i’m bringin’ c.a. back
and i don’t do b-tton up shirts or drive maybachs
all you old record labels tryin’ to advance
aftermath b-tch, take it like a muh’f-ckin’ man

if you take a look in my eyes
to see i’ll be a gangsta ’til i die
that california chronic got me so high
game tell ’em where you from, n-gg- westside

if you take a look in my eyes
to see i’ll be a gangsta ’til i die
that california chronic got me so high
game tell ’em where you from, n-gg- westside

i’m lowridin’ homey, six trey impala
gold d’s spinnin’, chrome hydraulics
run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin’
hollow tips make n-gg-z disappear like houdini
gang bangin’ is real, homey i’m living 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 jibbin’ and jabbin’ i pull the thirty eight magnum
and 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 gun clappin’
prior to rappin’, i was drug traffickin’
in the dope spot playin’ john madden
homey i ain’t braggin’, i took five
you wanna die, run up on that black 745

if you take a look in my eyes
to see i’ll be a gangsta ’til i die
that california chronic got me so high
game tell ’em where you from, n-gg- westside

if you take a look in my eyes
to see i’ll be a gangsta ’til i die
that california chronic got me so high
game tell ’em where you from, n-gg- 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-ckin’ with g-unit, you know the drama that bring
i got n-gg-z 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 d-bo when he was zeus
play bishop i paint that picture now who got the juice?

you n-gg-z is nutso, i take off your roof
leave yo’ -ss stretched out like a cadillac coupe
god gotta let me in heaven, all the sh-t i’ve been through
i was a o.g. in the hood before i turned twenty-two
homey i let the 38 special ripped through that vest
and i don’t contemplate whether or not he left his sh-t on the dresser
i 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
to see i’ll be a gangsta ’til i die
that california chronic got me so high
game tell ’em where you from, n-gg- westside

if you take a look in my eyes
to see i’ll be a gangsta ’til i die
that california chronic got me so high
game tell ’em where you from, n-gg- westside