"Westside Story (Remix)" lyrics

[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 waiting

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 still doing his thing DPG still popping
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 put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman
All Star, fat laces, gun charge, court cases
Fought that, not guilty, I'm back, niggas hate me
Been here, done that, sold crack, got jacked
Got shot, came back, jumped on Dre's back
Payback, homey I'm bringing C.A. back
And I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybachs
All you old record labels trying to advance
Aftermath bitch take it like a mo'fucking man

[Snoop Dogg:]
If you see the look in my eyes, you see I be a gangster 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from nigga Westside!
If you see the look in my eyes, you see I be a gangster 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from nigga Westside!

[The Game:]
I'm low riding homey, six trey Impala
Gold D's spinning, chrome hydraulics
Run up on my LoLo, you stop breathing
Hollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini
Gang banging is real, homey 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 thirty eight magnum
And get the clicking and clacking your homeys wanna know what happened
Come to Compton see Thriller like Mike Jackson
I might be Spike Lee of this gun clapping
Prior to rapping, I was drug trafficking
In the dope spot playing John Madden
Homey I ain't bragging, I took five
You wanna die, run up on that black seven forty five

[Snoop Dogg:]
If you see the look in my eyes, you see I be a gangster 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from nigga Westside!
If you see the look in my eyes, you see I be a gangster '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 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 gangster more like D-Bo 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 thirty eight special ripped through that vest
And I don't contemplate whether or not he left 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

[Snoop Dogg:]
If you see the look in my eyes, you see I be a gangster 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from nigga Westside!
If you see the look in my eyes, you see I be a gangster 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from nigga Westside!