The Game ft. 50 Cent – Westside Story

Download another hot and amazing mp3 free song By The Game and this song is titled “Westside Story” Ft. 50 Cent.

Actually this amazing song is popped out of his album titled “The Documentary” Whis was released some years ago in January 18, 2005.

 

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[Intro: 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’

 

[Verse 1: 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 rear-view, 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 C.A. back

And I don’t do button-up shirts or drive Maybachs

All you old record labels tryna advance

Aftermath bitch, take it like a motherfucking man

 

[Chorus: 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!)

 

[Verse 2: The Game]

I’m low-riding, homie, six-trey Impala

Gold Ds spinning, chrome hydraulics

Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathing

Hollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini

Gangbanging is real, homie, I’m living proof

Like Snoop Dogg C-walking 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 jibbing and jabbing, I pull the .38 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 7-45

 

[Chorus: 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!)

 

[Verse 3: The Game]

New York, New York, big city of dreams

I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, I’m doing my thing

Got me fucking 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’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 O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty-two

Homie, I let the .38 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

 

[Chorus: 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!)

 

 

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