Scott Storch - Westside Story (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: The Game] Crip n***as Blood n***as, ESE's, Asians Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians All these motherf**ers 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**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*king I put red dots on that n***a head like Rodman All Star, fat laces, gun charge, court cases Fought that, not guilty, I'm back, n***as 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 bu*ton up shirts or drive Maybachs All you old record labels tryin to advance Aftermath b**h take it like a mu'f**in 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***a 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***a 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***as 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***a 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***a 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**in with 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 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***as is nutso, I take off your roof Leave 'yo a** stretched out like a Cadillac Coupe God gotta let me in heaven, all the sh** 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** 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***a 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***a Westside!!!!