Westside Game (feat. Capolow, Von Beckwith & J.Star) - The Game

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)

Fuckin' tired of comin' from Compton to go to Hollywood Please no more meeting at SoHo (SoHo) Please no more thinking we bro bros (Bro bros) I ain't been seen in like oh, no (Oh no) I ain't been seen in like oh I do not beef in the photos I don't be tweaking for promo I keep my thing on the low though I got a team but I'm solo I do not speak what I don't know What I don't know Is how you survive when a nigga like me get to saying he trippin If I miss the time he was pushin' my buttons, I prolly was glitchin' I done went straight for the plug, I done went and dropped the percentage Look at him, tryna be different He been erasing his post, he been refining his image (Whoa) Shit give me thoughts on what we finna be Who the fuck gave you permission to think? Me and my shorty was missing the beat, We had to go get our rhythm in sync I'm still a nigga with needs, I need to get me a lease Pass on the key to the streets I need the key to the door that's been blocking out my inner peace All that I'm saying is Please no more meeting at SoHo Please no more thinking we bro bros I ain't been seen in like oh, no I ain't been seen in like oh Ain't no more meeting for any meanings Realest shit, what's the meaning of anything? You can say my vibe book is on me Don't use it, I swear on it with everything Like the usual, no I ain't meeting at Nobu Or going for Sushi at Roku I motherfucking told you I'm sick of these niggas Who wanna be all in the videos, in the photos I think I should sign to Death Row though, I'm I'm loco, I'm Pac if I'm poppin' the pistol at po-po I'm tr-tr-trying to be optimistic But my options limited and I'm boxed in You gotta stop me nigga, before they got me, get him They go beyond infinity when you talk shit Time, time is ticking you gotta watch it But when you get popular they wanna be partners Pa-yeah Please no more meeting at SoHo Please no more thinking we bro bros I ain't been seen in like oh, no I ain't been seen in like oh Uh, don't force my hand I'm forced to squeeze Unfortunately, I'm forced to clean the earth And feed my seed with dreams that's been through dirt, fuck Uh, I'm forced to change my course I'm cursed, of course, remorse is gone I seen my bros get turned to corpse I'm forced to see em' using force and still they're free in court, uh They pat me down and grab me up I'm black as fuck, I say it loud I'm black as fuck It's sad to say that dudes as black as me won't back me up She mad as fuck No, no, she packed it up, uh Now I gotta take ownership, uh She the flaw in my force field That I was all for now I'm forced to get over it I'm coping with a lot