[Verse 1: Game]
Crip n***as, Blood n***as, ese's, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, white boys, Jamaicans
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians
All these motherf**ers 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, f**in' b**hes to that 'Pac sh**
And Westside Connection, been had it locked b**h
I'm in the rearview, my guns is co*kin'
I put red dots on that n***a head like Rodman
All Stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases
Fought that, not guilty, I'm back, n***as 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 bu*ton up shirts or drive Maybachs
All you old record labels tryin' to advance
Aftermath b**h, take it like a muh'f**in' 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, n***a 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 n***as 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 f**in' with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring
I got n***as 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 n***as is Nutso, I take off your roof
Leave yo' a** stretched out like a Cadillac coupe
God gotta let me in heaven, all the sh** 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 sh** 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]