Текст песни Westside Story - Game

Step off the porch, rag hangin', West Side, that's what we bangin'
Crucifix swingin' off my t-shirt, twistin' my fingers
Impala Off-White, ski mask all black
Adidas tracksuit, drawstrings, chokin' the MAC
Got a couple bullets in it, gangstas slide in the rented
Dumpin' out the window, fuck the world and everything in it
I'm a west side nigga, ego trippin' and walkin' fast
Listenin' so we talkin' in codes to keep 'em off us
Draco, tote it, 36 shots
Don Julio got me loaded, don't think I'm not
Go mob on niggas, mob figures, mob triggers
Don't get your punk ass killed on Instagram Live, nigga
My niggas rob niggas, bury you alive
Let the bullets live inside niggas, ain't nowhere to hide
It's survival of the fittest, boy, you fuckin' with the realest
Glock nine, blue steel, holster wrap the chinchilla
West side, west side (West side, west side)
West side, west side (West side, west side)
West side, west side (West side, west side)
West side, west side (West side, west side)
Ain't no S on my chest, just the west on my back
Born in trenches with the crack, swallow dope, shit the sack
If you frontin' it, come back, if I front, you bring it back
Turn a bird to a Benz, park a Benz by the trap
Let 'em raid, we gon' flush, if you snitchin', you get touched
Tell my mama I'm on the run, not givin' a fuck
Who want what? I put a team together, smash out
Set you up, send a bitch over with her ass out
In California, we got them pictures niggas map out
In California, we turn a mansion to a stash house
I fuck around and leave a dub and they O.D. tonight
You in good hands, you know the Bloods gon' treat you right
Ain't tryna be your man, no, I don't trust 'em, I just beat it right
Gotta put her in a Uber just so I could sleep at night
Never stop bangin', nigga, you know it's still Cedar, right?
After this album, nigga, I gotta raise the feature price
West side, west side (West side, west side)
West side, west side (West side, west side)
West side, west side (West side, west side)
West side, west side (West side, west side)
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
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!
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!
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
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!
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 (Nigga west... Nigga west...)!