50 Cent, The Game, Snoop Dog - Westside Story (Remix) lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent, The Game, Snoop Dog - Westside Story Remix lyrics]
Crip niggas Blood niggas, 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 still 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 cocking
I put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman
All Star, fat laces, gun charge, court cases
Fought that, not guilty, I'm back
Niggas 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 mu'fuckin man
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 nigga 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 nigga Westside!
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 niggas
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
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 nigga 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 nigga Westside!
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 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 D-Bo when he was Zeus
Play Bishop I paint that picture
Now who got The Juice?
You niggas 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 thirty eight
Special ripped through that vest
And I don't contemplate whether or not
He left 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 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 nigga 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 nigga Westside!
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 still 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 cocking
I put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman
All Star, fat laces, gun charge, court cases
Fought that, not guilty, I'm back
Niggas 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 mu'fuckin man
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 nigga 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 nigga Westside!
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 niggas
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
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 nigga 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 nigga Westside!
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 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 D-Bo when he was Zeus
Play Bishop I paint that picture
Now who got The Juice?
You niggas 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 thirty eight
Special ripped through that vest
And I don't contemplate whether or not
He left 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 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 nigga 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 nigga Westside!