the game
crip niggas blood niggas eses asians
dominicans puerto ricans white boys jamaicans
latin kings disciples vice lords haitians
all these motherfuckers been patiently waitin’
the game
since the west coast fell off the streets been watching
the west coast never fell off i was ‘sleep in compton
aftermath been here the beats been knocking
nate dogg doing his thing dpg still popping
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 cocking
i put red dots on a 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 ca back
and i don’t do buttonup shirts or drive maybachs
all you old record labels tryna advance
aftermath bitch take it like a motherfucking man
50 cent
if you take a look in my eyes
see i’ll be a gangsta ’til i die
that california chronic got me so high
game tell ’em where you from nigga westside
if you take a look in my eyes
see i’ll be a gangsta ’til i die
that california chronic got me so high
game tell ’em where you from nigga westside
the game
i’m lowriding homie sixtrey impala
gold ds spinning chrome hydraulics
run up on my lolo you stop breathing
hollow tips make niggas disappear like houdini
gangbanging is real homie i’m living proof
like snoop dogg cwalking on top of the devil’s roof
rap critics wanna conabout this and that
’cause red strings in his converse and this a dre track
keep gibbering and jabbing i pull the 8 magnum
and get to clickin’ and clacking
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 rapping i was drug trafficking
in the dope spot playing john madden
homie i ain’t bragging i took five
you wanna die run up on that black 745
50 cent
if you take a look in my eyes
see i’ll be a gangsta ’til i die
that california chronic got me so high
game tell ’em where you from nigga westside
if you take a look in my eyes
see i’ll be a gangsta ’til i die
that california chronic got me so high
game tell ’em where you from nigga westside
the game
new york new york big city of dreams
i got my la dodger fitted on i’m doing my thing
got me fucking with gunit 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 gangstamore 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 your roof
leave your ass stretched out like a cadillac coupe
god gotta let me in heaven all the shit i’ve been through
i was a og in the hood before i turned twentytwo
homie i let the 8 special rip through that vest
and i don’t contemplate whether not he left his shit on the dresser
got compton on my back i’m starting to feel the pressure
i’m lyrically kool g rap on these dre records
50 cent
if you take a look in my eyes
see i’ll be a gangsta ’til i die
that california chronic got me so high
game tell ’em where you from nigga westside
if you take a look in my eyes
see i’ll be a gangsta ’til i die
that california chronic got me so high
game tell ’em where you from nigga westside
Artist: The Game Featuring 50 Cent
Year: 2004
Decade: 00s
Language: en
Word Count: 405