Westside Story Songtext
von The Game
Westside Story Songtext
Crip niggas, Blood niggas, S.A.′s, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians
All these mother fuckers been patiently waiting
Since the west coast fell off the streets been watching
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 poppin
I got California love fucking bitches to that Pac shit
And westside connection been had it locked bitch I'm in the rear view my guns is cocking
I′ll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman
All stars, phat 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′ll bring your CA back
And I don′t do button up shirts or drive Maybacks
All u old record labels trying to advance
Aftermath bitch take it like a motherfucking man
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a gangster till I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell them where your from
Nigga westside!
I′m lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala
Gold d spinning, chrome hydraulics
Run up on my low-low you stop breathing
Hollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini
Gang banging is real
Homie I'm living proof
Like Snoop Dogg C-Walking on top of the devils roof
Rap critics wanna 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 wanna know 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 trafficin
In the dope spot playing John Madden
Homie I ain′t bragging, I took five
If u wanna die run up on that black 745
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a gangster till I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell them 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 fucking 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 don′t gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo
I'm gangster more like Deebo when he was Zeus
Play bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice
You niggas is nuts so, I take off your 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 OG in the hood before I turned 22
Homie I′ll 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 starting 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 gangster till I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell them where your from
Nigga westside!
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians
All these mother fuckers been patiently waiting
Since the west coast fell off the streets been watching
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 poppin
I got California love fucking bitches to that Pac shit
And westside connection been had it locked bitch I'm in the rear view my guns is cocking
I′ll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman
All stars, phat 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′ll bring your CA back
And I don′t do button up shirts or drive Maybacks
All u old record labels trying to advance
Aftermath bitch take it like a motherfucking man
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a gangster till I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell them where your from
Nigga westside!
I′m lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala
Gold d spinning, chrome hydraulics
Run up on my low-low you stop breathing
Hollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini
Gang banging is real
Homie I'm living proof
Like Snoop Dogg C-Walking on top of the devils roof
Rap critics wanna 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 wanna know 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 trafficin
In the dope spot playing John Madden
Homie I ain′t bragging, I took five
If u wanna die run up on that black 745
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a gangster till I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell them 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 fucking 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 don′t gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo
I'm gangster more like Deebo when he was Zeus
Play bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice
You niggas is nuts so, I take off your 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 OG in the hood before I turned 22
Homie I′ll 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 starting 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 gangster till I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell them where your from
Nigga westside!
Writer(s): Jayceon Taylor, Andre Young, Curtis Jackson, Scott Storch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
