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The Game

"West Side Story"

[Verse 1]
Crip n*ggas, Blood n*ggas, Essay's, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boyz, Jamaicans
Latin Kingz, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians
All these mutha f*ckas 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*ckin b*tches to that Pac sh*t
And westside connection been had it locked b*tch
I'm in the rear view my guns is c*ckin
I'll put red dots on that n*gga head like rodman
All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases
Faught that, not guilty im back
n*ggas 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 button up shirts or drive Maybacks
All u old record labels tryin to advance
Aftermath b*tch take it like a mutha f*ckin 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*gga 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*ggas 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*ckin wit G-Unit you kno the drama that bring
I got n*ggas 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*ggas is nuts so, i take off ur roof
Leave your ass steched out like a Cadilac Coupe
God gotta let me in heaven all the sh*t 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*t 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]

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