The Game - Westside Story - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

07.09.2004

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Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1: Game] Crip niggas, Blood niggas, ese's, Asians Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, white boys, Jamaicans Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin' Since the West coast fell off, the streets been watchin' The West coast never 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 rearview, my guns is cockin' I 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, homey I'm bringin' 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 muh'fuckin' man [Hook: 50 Cent] (x2) 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 you from, nigga Westside [Verse 2: 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 niggas 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 .38 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 [Hook: 50 Cent] (x2) 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 you from, nigga Westside [Verse 3: Game] New York, New York, big city of dreams I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, I'm doin' my thing Got me fuckin' with 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 take off your roof Leave yo' ass stretched out like a Cadillac coupe God gotta let me in heaven, all the shit 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 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 [Hook: 50 Cent] (x2) 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 you from, nigga Westside
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