The Game - Westside Story Lyrics

The Game - Westside Story Video

Crip niggas, Blood niggas, Ese's, Asians

Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans

Latin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians

All these muthafuckers been patiently waitin'

Since the west coast fell off the steets been watchin'

The west coast never fell off I was sleep in Compton

Aftermath been here the beats been knockin'

Nate Dogg doin' his thing DPG still poppin'

I got California love fuckin' bitches to that Pac shit

& westside connection been had it locked bitch

I'm in the rear view my gun's is cockin'

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

All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases

Faught 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

Homey I'm bringin' CA back

& I don't do button up shirts or drive Mayback's

All you old record labels tryin' to advance

Aftermath bitch take it like a muthafuckin' man.

 

If you take a look in my eyes

You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die

That California chronic got me so high

Game tell them where you from

Nigga Westside! x2

 

I'm lowridin' homey, 6 Trey impala

Gold D spinnin' chrome hydraulics

Run up on my low-low you stop breathin'

Hollow tips make niggas disappear like houdini

Gang bangin' is real

Homey I'm livin' proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin' on top of the devil's roof

Rap critics wanna converse about this & that

Cause red strings in this converse & this a Dre track

Keep jibberin' jabberin' I'll pull a .38 magnum

& get the clickin' & clackin'

Ya homies will wanna know what happened

Come to Compton & see Thriller like Michael Jackson

I might be Spike Lee, All this gun clappin'

Prior to rappin' I was drug traffic

In the dope spot playin' John Madden

Homey I ain't braggin' I took 5

You wanna die? ...Run up on that black 745...

 

If you take a look in my eyes

You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die

That California chronic got me so high

Game tell them where you from

Nigga Westside! x2

 

New York New York, big city of dreams

I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on I'm doin' my thing

Got me fuckin' wit G-Unit you know the drama that brings

I got niggas in Westside Compton & Southside Queen's

& Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through

So I don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Po'

I'm gangsta 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 streched 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

Homey I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest

& I now Ion contemplatin' whether or not he left that shit on the dresser

Got Compton on my back

I'm startin' to feel the pressure

I'm lyrically Kool G. Rappin' these Dre Records.

 

If you take a look in my eyes

You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die

That California chronic got me so high

Game tell them where you from

Nigga Westside! x2

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The Game - The Documentary Lyrics

The Game - The Documentary Video

Boy talks to lady to start the song)

 

(Verse 1 Game (DRE))

What happened in hip hop

That got Pac and Big shot

The thicks plots

Now every rapper claim

He let his clique pop

But even myself tote a gun

And know to run then get shot

Ive been there before

Now im fuckin with Doc

(Gotta do them Calvin Broadus numbers)

If not i push rocks

Anticipatin my encarceration

Media think im fakin like Mason

But when it comes to mase

Fuck Off Kelly i dont take it in the face

I find out who sprayed it

I'm putting you under the pavement

No buddhist, priest, catholic, or baptist pastor can save him

Im far from religious

But i got beliefs, so i put

Cannary yellow diamonds

In my jesus piece

I came back from the dead

Without a part of my chest

Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac arrest

I waited for 3 years

While everybody else dropped

Now i understand why NAS

Did a song with his pops

 

(CHORUS x2)

 

Im ready to die

Without a reasonable doubt

Smoke chronic and hit it

Doggy style before i go out

Until they sign my death certificate

All eyez on me

Im still at it, illmatic

And thats THE DOCUMENTARY

 

(Verse 2)

 

If i die my niggas, fuck it

I did a song with Mary Blige, my niggas

Got a hook from Faith

No verse from Jay

I guess on westside story

He thought i spit in his face

Told Ed Lover and Money Luv

I was talkin to Ja

With that mayback line

It was payback time

Keep fuckin with me nigga

Ill put you under me

Take your car and trade it in

For eight 3 hundred C's

If you cross my T

I'll dot your Eyes

You do life in a cementary

Ill do mine with Shyne

Come home sit in the thrown

With my legs crossed

And my air force

Middle finger up

Fuck the world

Cause im feelin like Puff

When Life After Death hit

Mo' money, mo' problems

And i lost my best friend

Im the second dopest nigga

From compton u'll ever hear

The first nigga only put out albums

Every 7 years (haha)

 

(Game (Commentator))

(You know what speakin of Jay

That just makes me roll down

Now your song westside story)

Ohh Ohh

(You got a line that says

Dont wear throwbacks

Or drive, ride in maybacks,

Is that a shot at Jay?)

Naa, i was talkin about Ja Rule

Yeah, So, Yeah, i got a lot of

Respect for Jay

You know what im saying

I never take shots at legends

Thats just something i dont do

 

(Verse 3 Game (Busta))

Let me tell you why i do this shit

Im a son of a gun

Cause moms was a hoover crip

First day i got signed

I had to prove i spit

Freestyle with Busta Rhymes

(son, duke is sick)

The prodigee' of Doc Dre.

I could finally put the shoes on

Now that the rumors of Rakim and Q gone

They say truth hurts

Sunk, like quick sand

Dont stop me in traffic

And ask about hitman

I gotta restore the feelin

It crawled from under the rock

After the dog pound

Crushed the buildings

I got a family to feed

Im the middle of 9 children

We can talk about a loan

After i sell 5 million

If i tell you i aint Game

And i dont know Dre.

You gonn do me like X-Zibit

And cut half of my face?

I take all the credit

For putting the west

Back on the map

If you aint feelin that

Guess I'm Gorilla Black!!!

 

(CHORUS x1)

 

Im ready to die

Without a reasonable doubt

Smoke chronic and hit it

Doggy style before i go out

Until they sign my death certificate

All eyez on me

Im still at it, illmatic

And thats THE DOCUMENTARY

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The Game - Higher Lyrics

The Game - Higher Video

It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... chronic, chronic, chronic, chronic

It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... hydrolex, drolex, drolex, drolex

It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... Westside, Westside, Westside, Westside

It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton

 

(Breakdown)

It's not that I can't stop, It's that I won't stop, I make it hot (I do it)

I'll be on top, as soon as the beat drop, I'll make the whole club rock (I do it)

 

(The Game)

Lace my Air Ones up, put my gun up

I don't need that I'm riding wit Dre

Who don't love us, every hood throwin they dubs up

Who the fuck yall thought was comin after Young Buck

Hip hops worst nightmare, Mr. Gangsta Rap is back in black nike airs

You want war, we can settle it right here

I got a squad, E V E and Busta Rhymes yeah

Or you could give me ya bitch, her with the light hair

Sit her next to these yellow bottles, tea right there

Matter fact I'll take you in the back

You in the hat, and you in the blue and the black

Lets have a gangsta party

Somebody lean over and tell Banks to order another case of fortys

Yo Doc give them a coke with that, wake up the west coast is back

 

(CHORUS)

(I can take you hiyaaaah)

Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo' You ain't know?

(I can take you hiyaaaah)

It's the muthafuckin chronic nigga thats whatsup roll that blunt

(I can take you hiyaaaah)

G-Unit, Shady Aftermath I'm the motherfuckin Game and

(I can take you hiyaaaah)

 

(Breakdown)

 

(Game) + (Snoop Dogg)

Like Dre did, I created a buzz without a single like N.W.A. did

From the hood -liquor- store to the state pen

This is gin and juice

The doc made the club R.O.C. without Timbaland boots

First nigga to put drolex on a bentley coupe

You wanna pimp? I perm my shit up like Snoop (Westside)

Chronic 2005 muthafucker, put the purple in the dutch

Let it Burn like Usher giirl

Drop down, do the eagle, fuck that

Real niggaz just pull up they pants and lean back giirl

Make 50 spill his cris, he'll call you a bitch

I'ma call you and hit, you can ya girlfriend, we can make it a flick

I got the lollipop if you wanna lick

Or you can take a ride on the magic stick

 

(CHORUS)

 

(Breakdown)

 

(Game)

Put 25's on the hummer, why not

I'ma be here for the next 10 summers

Drop me in the 4th quarter I'm fuckin up they money

I don't need sound scan I'm doin my own numbers

When that impala bounce you can see the chrome under

I got em' in every color yea I'm a known stunner

When I hit a switch I get higher than long jumpers

Low ridin with a hood rat or a grown woman

And I'll do anything but I won't fuck Mariah

Even if she had Ashanti butt naked in bed

Cause she got a forehead just like Tyra

I can say what the fuck I want, you thought Dre retired

Left me in 6-4 his Dayton wires

These niggas is a waste of rhymin, Doc got somthing to say be quiet

 

(Dr. Dre)

Look out for Detox

 

(CHORUS)

 

(Breakdown)

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