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the game - westside story (remix) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: the game]
crip n-gg-z blood n-gg-z, ese’s, asians
dominicans, puerto ricans, white boys, jamaicans
latin kings, disciples, vice lords, haitians
all these motherf-ckers been patiently waitin

[verse 1: the game]
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 still doin his thing dpg still poppin
i got california love f-ckin b-tches to that pac sh-t
and westside connection been had it locked b-tch
i’m in the rear view my guns is c-cking
i put red dots on that n-gg- head like rodman
all star, fat laces, gun charge, court cases
fought that, not guilty, i’m back, n-gg-z 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-tton up shirts or drive maybachs
all you old record labels tryin to advance
aftermath b-tch take it like a mu’f-ckin man

[chorus: snoop dogg]
if you see the look in my eyes, you see i be a gangsta till i die
that california chronic got me so high
game tell ’em where you from n-gg- westside!!!!
if you see the look in my eyes, you see i be a gangsta till i die
that california chronic got me so high
game tell ’em where you from n-gg- westside!!!!

[verse 2: the game]
i’m low ridin homey, six trey impala
gold d’s spinnin, chrome hydraulics
run up on my lolo, you stop breathin
hollow tips make n-gg-z disappear like houdini
gang bangin is real, homey i’m livinproof
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 the clickin and clackin your homeys 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 seven forty five

[verse 3: 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-ckin with g-unit, you know the drama that bring
i got n-gg-z 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-gg-z is nutso, i take off your roof
leave ‘yo -ss stretched out like a cadillac coupe
god gotta let me in heaven, all the sh-t i’ve been through
i was a o.g. in the hood before i turned twenty two
homey i let the thirty eight special ripped through that vest
and i don’t contemplate whether or not he left sh-t 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

- the game

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