[Verse 1]
Crip n***as, Blood n***as, S.A.'s, Asians,
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans,
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians,
All these mother f**ers been patiently waiting,
Since the west coast fell off the streets been watching,
The west coast never fell off I was asleep in Compton,
Aftermath been here the beats been knocking,
Nate Dogg doing his thing DPG still poppin,
I got California love f**ing 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*king,
I'll put red dots on that n***a head like rodman,
All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases,
Fought that, not guilty I'm back,
n***as hate me been there, done that, sold crack,
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Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback,
Homie I'll bring your CA back,
And I don't do bu*ton up shirts or drive Maybacks,
All u old record labels trying to advance,
Aftermath b**h take it like a motherf**ing man,
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If you take a look in my eyes,
You see I'll be a gangster 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 spinning, chrome hydraulics
Run up on my low-low you stop breathing,
Hollow tips make n***as disappear like Houdini,
Gang banging is real,
Homie I'm living proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walking on top of the devils roof,
Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that,
Cause red strings in this converse and this a Dre track,
Keep jibberin jabbering I'll pull a .38 magnum,
And get the clicking and clacking,
You'll homies will wanna know what happened,
Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson,
I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clapping,
Prior to rapping I was drug trafficin
In the dope spot playing John Madden,
Homie I ain't bragging, I took five,
If u wanna die run up on that black 745
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[Verse 3]
New York New York, big city of dreams,
I got my L.A Dodger fitted on I'm doing my thing,
Got me f**ing wit G-Unit you know 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 gangster 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 your roof,
Leave your a** steched out like a Cadillac Coupe,
God gotta let me in heaven all the sh** I been through,
I was an OG in the hood before I turned 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,
I'm starting to feel the pressure,
I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records
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