Westside story de Game & 50 cent

Game
Crip niggas, Blood niggas, Essay's, Asians,
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans,
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Haitians,
All these motherfuckers 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 knockin',
Nate Dogg doin' his thing, DPG still poppin',
I got California love fuckin' bitches to that pop 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, phat laces, gun charge, court cases, faught 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 you old record labels tryin' to advance,
Aftermath bitch take it like a motherfuckin' man,

Refrain: 50 Cent
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! (Not Eastside...)
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! (Not Eastside...)

Game
I'm lowridin' homie, 6 Tre Impala,
Gold D spinnin', chrome hydraulics.
Run up on my low-low, you stop breathin',
Hollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini.
Gang bangin' is real,
Homie, I'm livin' proof
Like Snoop Dogg C-walkin' 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' jabberin', I'll pull a. 38 magnum,
And get the clickin' and clackin',
Y'all homies will wanna know what happened.
Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson.
I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clappin',
Prior to rappin' I was drug traffic, and
In the dope spot playin' John Madden,
Homie I ain't braggin', I took five.
You wanna die? Run up on that black 745.

Refrain: 50 Cent

Game
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 Poo,
I'm gangsta 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 streched 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 know Compton don't play whether or not he left that shit on the dresser.
I got Compton on my back.
I'm startin' to feel the pressure,
I'm lyrically cool G rappin' these Dre records...

Refrain: 50 Cent

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