Westside Story - The Game, 50 Cent

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