Game – Westside Story Lyrics
Featuring: 50 Cent
Produced By: Dr. Dre & Scott Storch
Track 2 on The Documentary
[The Game]
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 here, 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 2X: 50 Cent]
You can take a look in my eyes
To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside!!
[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 thirty eight 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]
[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 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]
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 here, 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 2X: 50 Cent]
You can take a look in my eyes
To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside!!
[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 thirty eight 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]
[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 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]
Track 2 on The Documentary
