Game Westside Story Featsnoop Dogg (prodby Dr.dre) Lyrics

Westside Story Featsnoop Dogg (prodby Dr.dre) Lyrics

[Verse 1]



Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Essay's, Asians,

Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boyz, Jamaicans,

Latin Kingz,
Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians,

All these mutha fuckas been patiently
waiting,

Since the west coast fell off the steets been watchin,

The
west coast neva fell off i was asleep 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 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,

Faught that, not guilty im
back,

Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack,

Got jacked,
got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback,

Homie i'll bring ur CA
back,

And i dont do button up shirts or drive Maybacks,

All u old
record labels tryin to advance,

Aftermath bitch take it like a mutha
fuckin man,



[chorus x2]



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]



I'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala,

Gold d
spinnin, chrome hydraulics

Run up on my low-low you stop breathin,

Hollow tips make niggas dissappear like houdini,

Gang bangin is
real,

Homie im livin proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin on top of da devils
roof,

Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that,

'cause 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,

You'll
homies will wanna kno 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 traffic, and

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]



New York New
York, big city of dreams,

I got my L.A 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 nuts so,
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 truned 22,

Homie I'll let the .38 special rip through
that vest,

And I don't contemplate whether or not he left that shit on
the dresser,

Got Compton on my back,

Im startin to feel the
pressure,

I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records



[chorus x2]