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Juelz Santana

"Westside Story (Remix)"

[Intro: The Game]
Crip n*ggas Blood n*ggas, ESE's, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians
All these motherf*ckers been patiently waitin

[Verse 1: The Game]
Since the west coast fell off the streets been watchin
The west coast never fell off I was sleep in Compton
Aftermath been here, the beats been knockin
Nate Dogg still 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*cking
I put red dots on that n*gga head like Rodman
All Star, fat laces, gun charge, court cases
Fought that, not guilty, I'm back, n*ggas 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 b*tch take it like a mu'f*ckin man

[Hook: Snoop Dogg]
If you see the look in my eyes, you see I be a gangsta till I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from n*gga Westside!!!!
If you see the look in my eyes, you see I be a gangsta till I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from n*gga Westside!!!!

[Verse 2: The Game]
I'm low ridin homey, six trey Impala
Gold D's spinnin, chrome hydraulics
Run up on my LoLo, you stop breathin
Hollow tips make n*ggas disappear like Houdini
Gang bangin is real, homey I'm livinproof
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 the clickin and clackin your homeys 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 seven forty five

[Hook: Snoop Dogg]
If you see the look in my eyes, you see I be a gangsta till I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from n*gga Westside!!!!
If you see the look in my eyes, you see I be a gangsta till I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from n*gga Westside!!!!

[Verse 3: 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 f*ckin with G-Unit, you know 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 ain't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Pooh
I'm gangsta more like D-Bo when he was Zeus
Play Bishop I paint that picture now who got The Juice?
You n*ggas is nutso, I take off your roof
Leave 'yo ass stretched out like a Cadillac Coupe
God gotta let me in heaven, all the sh*t I've been through
I was a O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty two
Homey I let the thirty eight special ripped through that vest
And I don't contemplate whether or not he left sh*t 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: Snoop Dogg]
If you see the look in my eyes, you see I be a gangsta till I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from n*gga Westside!!!!
If you see the look in my eyes, you see I be a gangsta till I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from n*gga Westside!!!!

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