Westside Story

Lyrics

[Intro: The Game] Crip niggas, Blood niggas, eses, Asians Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, white boys, Jamaicans Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin' [Verse 1: The Game] Since the West Coast fell off, the streets been watching The West Coast never fell off—I was 'sleep in Compton Aftermath been here, the beats been knocking 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 rear-view, my guns is cockin' I put red dots on a 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, homie, I'm bringing C.A. back And I don't do button-up shirts or drive Maybachs, All you old record labels tryna advance Aftermath, bitch—take it like a muh'fuckin' man [Chorus: 50 Cent] If you take a look in my eyes You see I 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 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 low-ridin', homie, six-trey Impala Gold D's spinnin', chrome hydraulics Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathing Hollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini Gangbangin' is real, homie—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 gibberin' 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, playing John Madden Homie, I ain't braggin', I took five You wanna die? Run up on that black 7-45 [Chorus: 50 Cent] If you take a look in my eyes You see I 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 be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell 'em where you from (Nigga, Westside!) [Verse 3: The Game] New York, New York, big city of dreams I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, I'm doin' my thing Got me fucking 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'll take off your roof Leave your 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 Homie, I let the .38 special rip 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 starting to feel the pressure I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre records [Chorus: 50 Cent] If you take a look in my eyes You see I 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 be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell 'em where you from (Nigga, Westside!)