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Game - Westside story Lyrics Lyrics >> " G " >> Game >> Westside story Artist: Game Song: Westside story Album: Nwa Volume 1 [Buy " Nwa Volume 1 " CD] Verse 1- Game Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Essays, Asians, Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans,Latin Kings, Diciples, Vicelords, Hatians, All these motherfuckers been patiently waiting Since the west coast fell off the streets been watchin The west coast never fell off i was sleeping 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 iam in the rear view my guns is cockin i'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman all stars phat laces gun charge court cases fuck that not guilty im back niggaz hate me been there done that sold crack got jacked got shot came back jumped on Dre's back payback homie iam bring CA back and i dont do button up shirts or drive Maybacks all u old record labels trying to advance Aftermath bitch take it like a muthafucking man chorus x2- 50 Cent If you take a look in my eyes you see i'll be a gangsta till I die that California chronic got me so high Game tell them where your from nigga westside Verse 2- Game Iam low ridin homie 6 Tray impala gold d spinnin chrome hydraulics run up on my lowlow you stop breathin hollow tips make niggas dissappear like houdini gang banging is real homie iam livin proof like Snoop Dogg he Walkin on top of da devils roof rap critics wanna converse, about this and that cuz red strings in this converse and this a Dre track keep jibberin jabberin i'll pull a .38 magnum and get the clickin and clackin yall homies will wanna know what happened come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson I might be Spike Lee of this gun clappin prior to rappin I was drug traffiquing in the dope spot playin John Madden homie I aint braggin I took five if u wanna die run up on that black 745 chorus x2 Verse 3- Game New York New York big city of dreams I got my LA Dodger fitted on im doin my thing got me fuckin wit G-Unit you kno 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 don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo I'm gangsta more like Deebo when he was Zeus play bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice you niggas is nutsso, i take off ur roof leave your ass steched out like a Cadilac Coupe God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through I was an OG in the hood before i turned 22 homie I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest and i know Compton don't play whether or not he left that shit on the dresser, got Compton on my back, im startin to feel the pressure, im lyricly cujji rappin these Dre records chorus x2-Game Game CD - Game Sheet Music Game tabs, Game lyrics, Pictures, pics, music, video, song, songs, photo, wallpaper, biography, bio, news |
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