The Game - West Side Story lyrics

[Verse 1] Crip n***as, Blood n***as, 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 don't 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 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 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 ain't 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 don't contemplate whether or not he left that sh** on the dresser Got Compton on my back Im startin to feel the pressure I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records [Chorus x2]