westside story

crip niggas

blood niggas

s.a.'s

asians

dominicans

puerto ricans

white boys

jamaicans

latin kings

disciples

vicelords

hatians

all these mother fuckers been patiently waiting

since the west coast fell off the streets been watching

the west coast never fell off i was asleep in compton

aftermath been here the beats been knocking

nate dogg doing his thing dpg still poppin

i got california love fucking bitches to that pac shit

and westside connection been had it locked bitch

i'm in the rear view my guns is cocking

i'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman

all stars

phat 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'll bring your ca back

and i don't do button up shirts or drive maybacks

all u old record labels trying to advance

aftermath bitch take it like a motherfucking man

if you take a look in my eyes

you see i'll be a gangster 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 d spinning

chrome hydraulics

run up on my low-low you stop breathing

hollow tips make niggas disappear like houdini

gang banging is real

homie i'm living proof like snoop dogg c-walking on top of the devils roof

rap critics wanna converse

about this and that

cause red strings in this converse and this a dre track

keep jibberin jabbering i'll pull a.38 magnum

and get the clicking and clacking

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 clapping

prior to rapping i was drug trafficin

in the dope spot playing john madden

homie i ain't bragging

i took five

if u wanna die run up on that black 745

new york new york

big city of dreams

i got my l.a dodger fitted on i'm doing my thing

got me fucking 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 gangster 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 your 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 og in the hood before i turned 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 starting to feel the pressure

i'm lyrically kool g. rap on these dre records