The Game - Westside Story F.t 50 Cent lyrics

Verse 1 Crip n***az, Blood n***az, Essay's, Asians, Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boyz, Jamaicans, Latin Kingz, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians, all these mutha f**as been patiently waiting, since the west coast fell off the steets been watchin, the west coast neva 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 rear view my guns is co*kin, i'll put red dots on that n***a head like rodman, all stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases, faught that, not guilty im back, n***as hate me been there, done that, sold crack, got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback, homie i'll bring ur CA back, and i dont do bu*ton up shirts or drive Maybacks, all u old record labels tryin to advance, Aftermath b**h take it like a mutha f**in man, (chorus) x2 If you take a look in my eyes, you see i'll be a gangsta till I die, that California chronic got me so high, Game tell them where your from, n***a westside! Verse 2 I'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala, gold d spinnin, chrome hydraulics run up on my low-low you stop breathin, hollow tips make n***as dissappear like houdini, gang bangin is real, homie im livin proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin on top of da devils roof, rap critics wanna converse, about this and that, cuz 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, you'll homies will wanna kno 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 aint braggin, I took five, if u wanna die run up on that black 745 (chorus)x2 Verse 3 New York New York, big city of dreams, I got my L.A Dodger fitted on im doin my thing, got me f**in wit G-Unit you kno 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 don'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 n***as is nuts so, i take off ur roof, leave your a** steched out like a Cadilac Coupe, God gotta let me in heaven all the sh** I been through, I was an OG in the hood before i truned 22, homie I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest, and i kno Compton don't play whether or not he left that sh** on the dresser, got Compton on my back, im startin to feel the pressure, im lyricly ?? rappin these Dre records (chorus)x2