Westside Story

Crip niggas, Blood niggas, Eses, Asians
 Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans
 Latin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians
 All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin'
 Since the West Coast fell off, the steets been watchin'
 The West Coast never fell off, I was 'sleep in Compton
 Aftermath been here, the beats been knockin'
 Nate Dogg doin' his thing, DPG still poppin'
 I got California love, fuckin' bitches to that Pac shit
 And Westside Connection been had it locked bitch
 I'm in the rear-view, my guns is cockin'
 I'll put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman
 All Stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases
 Fought that, not guilty I'm back
 Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack
 Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back
 Payback, homie, I'm bringing C.A. back
 And I don't do button-up shirts or drive Maybachs
 All you old record labels tryin' to advance
 Aftermath, bitch, take it like a motherfuckin' man
 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 your from
 (Nigga, Westside)
 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 your from
 (Nigga, Westside)
 I'm low-ridin' homie, Six-Tre impala
 Gold Ds spinnin', chrome hydraulics
 Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin'
 Hollow tips make niggas dissappear like houdini
 Gang bangin' is real homie I'm livin' 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 this converse and this a Dre track
 Keep jibberin' jabberin', I pull a .38 Magnum
 And get the 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
 Homie, I ain't braggin', I took five
 You wanna die? Run up on that black 7-45
 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 your from
 (Nigga, Westside)
 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 your from
 (Nigga, Westside)
 New York, New York, big city of dreams
 I got my L.A Dodger fitted on I'm doing my thing
 Got me fuckin' wit' G-Unit, you know the drama that bring
 I got niggas 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 niggas is Nutso, I'll take off ur roof
 Leave your ass steched out like a Cadillac Coupe
 God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through
 I was an O.G. in the hood before I turned 22
 Homie, I let the .38 special rip through that vest
 And I don't contemplate whether or not he left that shit 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
 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 your from
 (Nigga, Westside)
 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 your from
 (Nigga, Westside)
 
 Crip niggas, Blood niggas, Eses, Asians
 Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans
 Latin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians
 All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin'
 Since the West Coast fell off, the steets been watchin'
 The West Coast never fell off, I was 'sleep in Compton
 Aftermath been here, the beats been knockin'
 Nate Dogg doin' his thing, DPG still poppin'
 I got California love, fuckin' bitches to that Pac shit
 And Westside Connection been had it locked bitch
 I'm in the rear-view, my guns is cockin'
 I'll put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman
 All Stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases
 Fought that, not guilty I'm back
 Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack
 Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back
 Payback, homie, I'm bringing C.A. back
 And I don't do button-up shirts or drive Maybachs
 All you old record labels tryin' to advance
 Aftermath, bitch, take it like a motherfuckin' man
 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 your from
 (Nigga, Westside)
 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 your from
 (Nigga, Westside)
 I'm low-ridin' homie, Six-Tre impala
 Gold Ds spinnin', chrome hydraulics
 Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin'
 Hollow tips make niggas dissappear like houdini
 Gang bangin' is real homie I'm livin' 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 this converse and this a Dre track
 Keep jibberin' jabberin', I pull a .38 Magnum
 And get the 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
 Homie, I ain't braggin', I took five
 You wanna die? Run up on that black 7-45
 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 your from
 (Nigga, Westside)
 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 your from
 (Nigga, Westside)
 New York, New York, big city of dreams
 I got my L.A Dodger fitted on I'm doing my thing
 Got me fuckin' wit' G-Unit, you know the drama that bring
 I got niggas 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 niggas is Nutso, I'll take off ur roof
 Leave your ass steched out like a Cadillac Coupe
 God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through
 I was an O.G. in the hood before I turned 22
 Homie, I let the .38 special rip through that vest
 And I don't contemplate whether or not he left that shit 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
 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 your from
 (Nigga, Westside)
 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 your from
 (Nigga, Westside)