Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Westside Story, artist - The Game. Date of issue: 17.01.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Westside Story |
| Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, ese’s, Asians |
| Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, white boys, Jamaicans |
| Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians |
| All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin |
| 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 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 rearview, my guns is cockin |
| I put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman |
| All Stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases |
| Fought that, not guilty, I’m back |
| Niggaz 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 button up shirts or drive Maybachs |
| All you old record labels tryin to advance |
| Aftermath bitch, take it like a muh’fuckin man |
| You can take a look in my eyes |
| To see I’ll be a gangsta 'til I die |
| That California chronic got me so high |
| Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside! |
| 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 niggaz 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 thirty eight 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 |
| New York, New York, big city of dreams |
| I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, I’m doin my thing |
| Got me fuckin with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring |
| I got niggaz 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 niggaz is nutso, I take off your roof |
| Leave yo’ass stretched out like a Cadillac Coupe |
| God gotta let me in heaven, all the shit 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 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 |