Verse 1
Crip n***az, Blood n***az, 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 dont 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,
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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,
cuz 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 aint braggin, 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 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 kno Compton don't play whether or not he left that sh** on the dresser,
got Compton on my back,
im startin to feel the pressure,
im lyricly ?? rappin these Dre records
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