The Game - Westside Story lyrics

[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, sponsored links 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, [chorus x2] 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 [chorus x2] [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 [chorus x2]