1.West Side Story
Lyricist：Jr., Michael Elizondo, Curtis Jackson, Scott Storch, Jayceon
Taylor, Andre Young
Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Essay's, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boyz, Jamaicans
Latin Kingz, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians
All these muthafuckas 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, 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'll bring your CA 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 muthafuckin' man
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
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
I'm lowridin' homie, 6 Tre impala
Gold the spinnin', chrome hydraulics
Run up on my low-low 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 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'
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 clappin'
Prior to rappin' I was drug traffic, and
In the dope spot playin' John Madden
Homie, I ain't braggin', I took five
If you wanna die run up on that black 745
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
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
New York, New York, big city of dreams
I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on I'm doin' 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 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
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 till I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell them where your from
Nigga westside
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
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