Westside Story Lyrics - Game

Crip niggas, Blood niggas, ese's, Asians 

Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, white boys, Jamaicans 

Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians 

All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin' 

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 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 rearview, my guns is cockin' 

I 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, homey I'm bringin' 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 muh'fuckin' man 

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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 you 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 you from, nigga 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 niggas 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 .38 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 

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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 you 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 you from, nigga Westside 

New York, New York, big city of dreams 

I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, I'm doin' my thing 

Got me fuckin' with 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 take off your roof 

Leave yo' ass stretched out like a Cadillac coupe 

God gotta let me in heaven, all the shit 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 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 you 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 you from, nigga Westside