Westside Story (feat. 50 Cent)

Crip ****, Blood ****, eses, 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 a **** head like Rodman

All Stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases

Fought that, not guilty, I'm back, **** hate me

Been there, done that, sold crack, got jacked

Got shot, came back, jumped on Dre's back

Payback, homie, I'm bringin' C-A back

And I don't do button-up shirts or drive Maybachs

All you old record labels tryna advance

Aftermath, bitch, take it like a muhfuckin' man

If you take a look in my eyes

See I'll be a gangsta till I die

That California chronic got me so high

Game, tell 'em where you from (****, Westside!)

If you take a look in my eyes

See I'll be a gangsta till I die

That California chronic got me so high

Game, tell 'em where you from (****, Westside!)

I'm low-ridin', homie, six-trey Impala

Gold D's spinnin', chrome hydraulics

Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin'

Hollow tips make **** disappear like Houdini

Gangbangin' 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 his Converse, and this a Dre track

Keep gibberin' 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

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

See I'll be a gangsta till I die

That California chronic got me so high

Game, tell 'em where you from (****, Westside!)

If you take a look in my eyes

See I'll be a gangsta till I die

That California chronic got me so high

Game, tell 'em where you from (****, 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 **** 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 **** is nutso, I'll take off your roof

Leave your ass stretched-out like a Cadillac coupe

God gotta let me in Heaven, all the shit I've been through

I was a OG in the hood before I turned twenty-two

Homie, I let the .38 special rip 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

If you take a look in my eyes

See I'll be a gangsta till I die

That California chronic got me so high

Game, tell 'em where you from (****, Westside!)

If you take a look in my eyes

See I'll be a gangsta till I die

That California chronic got me so high

Game, tell 'em where you from (****, Westside!)