[The Game]
Crip n*****, Blood n*****, ese's, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, white boys, Jamaicans
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians
All these m************ been patiently waitin
Since the West coast fell off, the streets 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+ f***** b****** to that 'Pac s***
And Westside Connection, been had it locked b****
I'm in the rearview, my guns is c***in
I put red dots on that n**** head like Rodman
All Stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases
Fought that, not guilty, I'm back
n***** hate me been here, done that, sold crack, got jacked
Got shot, came back, jumped on Dre's back
Payback, homey I'm bringin C.A. back
And I don't do b***on up shirts or drive Maybachs
All you old record labels tryin to advance
Aftermath b****, take it like a muh'f***** man
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
You can take a look in my eyes
To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, n**** Westside!!
[The Game]
I'm lowridin homey, six trey Impala
Gold D's spinnin, chrome hydraulics
Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin
Hollow tips make n***** disappear like Houdini
Gang bangin is real, homey I'm living 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 his Converse, and this a Dre track
Keep jibbin and jabbin I pull the thirty eight magnum
And get to 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
Homey I ain't braggin, I took five
You wanna die, run up on that black 745
[Chorus]
[The Game]
New York, New York, big city of dreams
I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, I'm doin my thing
Got me f***** with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring
I got n***** 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 D-Bo when he was Zeus
Play Bishop I paint that picture now who got the +Juice+?
You n***** is nutso, I take off your roof
Leave yo' a** stretched out like a Cadillac Coupe
God gotta let me in heaven, all the s*** I've been through
I was a O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty-two
Homey I let the 38 special ripped through that vest
And I don't contemplate whether or not he left his s*** 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
[Chorus]
Crip n*****, Blood n*****, ese's, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, white boys, Jamaicans
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians
All these m************ been patiently waitin
Since the West coast fell off, the streets 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+ f***** b****** to that 'Pac s***
And Westside Connection, been had it locked b****
I'm in the rearview, my guns is c***in
I put red dots on that n**** head like Rodman
All Stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases
Fought that, not guilty, I'm back
n***** hate me been here, done that, sold crack, got jacked
Got shot, came back, jumped on Dre's back
Payback, homey I'm bringin C.A. back
And I don't do b***on up shirts or drive Maybachs
All you old record labels tryin to advance
Aftermath b****, take it like a muh'f***** man
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
You can take a look in my eyes
To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, n**** Westside!!
[The Game]
I'm lowridin homey, six trey Impala
Gold D's spinnin, chrome hydraulics
Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin
Hollow tips make n***** disappear like Houdini
Gang bangin is real, homey I'm living 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 his Converse, and this a Dre track
Keep jibbin and jabbin I pull the thirty eight magnum
And get to 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
Homey I ain't braggin, I took five
You wanna die, run up on that black 745
[Chorus]
[The Game]
New York, New York, big city of dreams
I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, I'm doin my thing
Got me f***** with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring
I got n***** 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 D-Bo when he was Zeus
Play Bishop I paint that picture now who got the +Juice+?
You n***** is nutso, I take off your roof
Leave yo' a** stretched out like a Cadillac Coupe
God gotta let me in heaven, all the s*** I've been through
I was a O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty-two
Homey I let the 38 special ripped through that vest
And I don't contemplate whether or not he left his s*** 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
[Chorus]