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The Game - WestSide Story Ft. 50 Cent (Lyrics)(Explicit)

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



[Hook: 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 you from, nigga Westside



[Verse 2: The Game]

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



[Hook]



[Verse 3: 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 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



[Hook]