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lirik lagu westside story – the game

(feat. 50 cent)

[verse 1]

crip n-gg-s, blood n-gg-s, sa’s, asians,
dominicans, puerto ricans, white boys, jamaicans,
latin kings, disciples, vicelords, hatians,
all these mother f-ckers been patiently waiting,
since the west coast fell off the streets been watching,
the west coast never fell off i was asleep in compton,
aftermath been here the beats been knocking,
nate dogg doing his thing dpg still poppin,
i got california love f-cking b-tches to that pac sh-t,
and westside connection been had it locked b-tch,
i’m in the rear view my guns is c-cking,
i’ll put red dots on that n-gg- head like rodman,
all stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases,
fought that, not guilty i’m back,
n-gg-s hate me been there, done that, sold crack,
got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on dre’s back, payback,
homie i’ll bring your ca back,
and i don’t do b-tton up shirts or drive maybacks,
all u old record labels trying to advance,
aftermath b-tch take it like a motherf-cking man,

[chorus x2]

if you take a look in my eyes,
you see i’ll be a gangster till i die,
that california chronic got me so high,
game tell them where your from,
n-gg- westside!

[verse 2]

i’m lowridin homie, 6 tre impala,
gold d spinning, chrome hydraulics
run up on my low-low you stop breathing,
hollow tips make n-gg-s disappear like houdini,
gang banging is real,
homie i’m living proof like snoop dogg c-walking on top of the devils roof,
rap critics wanna converse, about this and that,
cause red strings in this converse and this a dre track,
keep jibberin jabbering i’ll pull a .38 magnum,
and get the clicking and clacking,
you’ll homies will wanna know what happened,
come to compton and see thriller like mike jackson,
i might be spike lee, of this gun clapping,
prior to rapping i was drug trafficin
in the dope spot playing john madden,
homie i ain’t bragging, 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 la dodger fitted on i’m doing my thing,
got me f-cking wit g-unit you know the drama that bring,
i got n-gg-s 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 gangster more like deebo when he was zeus,
play bishop i paint that picture now who got the juice,
you n-gg-s is nuts so, i take off your roof,
leave your -ss steched out like a cadillac coupe,
god gotta let me in heaven all the sh-t 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 don’t contemplate whether or not he left that sh-t on the dresser,
got compton on my back,
i’m starting to feel the pressure,
i’m lyrically kool g. rap on these dre records

[chorus x2]

- kumpulan lirik lagu the game