From the Westside - KeySLUG

My love and my touch Up above, made with the warmth of my My love and my touch Up above, made with the warmth of my My love and my touch (From [?] city, like we knew that we was different) Up above, made with the warmth of my (Have been moving like evictions, like we do this for a living) My love and my touch (They ain't see it from the jump, I guess they grew into the vision) Up above, made with the warmth of my (So stop assuming I've been winning, I've been losing for a minute) It's crazy how they get to switchin' when the crowd out Guess they ain't tell you all that reaching can get you fouled out Just bow out, not even trippin', we grown Let me man up and get in my zone I swear your defense is pretense I'm like you better get that prevent I'm coming with that deep shit, I mean shit like All this rappin in the beach shit don't ever really mean shit It only leave you seasick, you see shit like Wave riders and dick hoppers Insecure, another symptom that a bitch got you, pussy See but I don't love to flex Just don't talk about no reach if you ain't talking bout my text Man I went from like, no pussy to slow pussy to yo' pussy Bitches even throw my bro pussy It turned to like, fast pussy, to past pussy Tryna build a future with me, didn't like that past Boogie, that's crazy Cause they was acting like the youngin' don't exist Holy shit, I swear my throwaway could be your only hit Throw the pitch, I know they're pissed Cause they don't even hit the field nigga I see your picture, tryna filter out what's real nigga I build with you, we just gotta find structure And I ain't chillin' 'til my son just get comfort Like a rupture to my rib, when the homie caught a bid You forever in my memories, so when I do a gig I save a space for him, whoa, like I'ma wait for him Steer wrong and the coppers ain't had no brake for him Whoa, to my niggas I got a place for 'em To my niggas, I be a faith for 'em Cause from the ruins we ascended like we knew that we was different Kept it moving like evictions We do this for a living, they ain't see it for the jump I guess they grew into division So stop assuming that I'm winning, I've been losing for a minute But now I'm winning for forever, all that losing shit for bitches See but now I'm in this new light Cause you was MIA when I was only getting two likes, a true rider I done finally got my tune right I do this for my son like I've been beefin' with the moonlight I done started from the bottom, just to make it to the top I had figured out my spot once I figured out my plot To get everything I want, I just give everything I got Reach My love and my touch Up above, made with the warmth of my My love and my touch Up above, made with the warmth of my My love and my touch Up above, made with the warmth of my

Crip niggas, Blood niggas, Eses, Asians Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans Latin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin' Since the West Coast fell off, the steets 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 rear-view, my guns is cockin' I'll put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman All Stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases Fought that, not guilty I'm back Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back Payback, homie, I'm bringing 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 motherfuckin' man If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell 'em where your from (Nigga, Westside) If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell 'em where your from (Nigga, Westside) I'm low-ridin' homie, Six-Tre impala Gold Ds spinnin', chrome hydraulics Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin' Hollow tips make niggas dissappear like houdini Gang bangin' 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 this converse and this a Dre track Keep jibberin' jabberin', I pull a .38 Magnum And get the 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 You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell 'em where your from (Nigga, Westside) If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell 'em where your from (Nigga, Westside) New York, New York, big city of dreams I got my L.A Dodger fitted on I'm doing my thing Got me fuckin' wit' G-Unit, you know 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 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 niggas is Nutso, I'll take off ur roof Leave your ass steched out like a Cadillac Coupe God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through I was an O.G. in the hood before I turned 22 Homie, I 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 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 You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell 'em where your from (Nigga, Westside) If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell 'em where your from (Nigga, Westside)