Scott Storch - Westside Story lyrics

[Verse 1: 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' Since the West coast fell off, the streets been watchin' The West coast never 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 rearview, my guns is co*kin' I put red dots on that n***a head like Rodman All Stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases Fought that, not guilty, I'm back, n***as hate me Been there, 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 muh'f**in' man [Hook: 50 Cent] If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell 'em where you from, n***a Westside [Verse 2: The Game] I'm lowridin' homey, six trey Impala Gold D's spinnin', chrome hydraulics Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin' Hollow tips make n***as disappear like Houdini Gang bangin' is real, homey I'm living proof 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 .38 Magnum And get to clickin' and clackin', your homies 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 745 [Hook] [Verse 3: 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 Deebo 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 .38 special ripped through that vest And I don't contemplate whether or not he left his 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]