[Intro: The Game]
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Crip niggas, Blood niggas, eses, Asians
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Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, white boys, Jamaicans
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Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians
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All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin
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[Verse 1: The Game]
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Since the West Coast fell off, the streets been watching
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The West Coast never fell off—I was ‘sleep in Compton
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Aftermath been here, the beats been knocking
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Nate Dogg doin his thing, DPG still poppin
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I got “California Love,” fuckin bitches to that ‘Pac shit
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And Westside Connection been had it locked, bitch
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Im in the rear-view, my guns is cockin
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I put red dots on a nigga head like Rodman
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All Stars, fat laces; gun charge, court cases
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Fought that, not guilty, Im back, niggas hate me
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Been there, done that, sold crack, got jacked
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Got shot, came back, jumped on Dres back
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Payback, homie, Im bringing C.A. back
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And I dont do button-up shirts or drive Maybachs,
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All you old record labels tryna advance
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Aftermath, bitch—take it like a muhfuckin man
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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If you take a look in my eyes
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You see I be a gangsta til I die
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That California chronic got me so high
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Game, tell em where you from (Nigga, Westside!)
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If you take a look in my eyes
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You see I be a gangsta til I die
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That California chronic got me so high
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Game tell em where you from (Nigga, Westside!)
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[Verse 2: The Game]
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Im low-ridin, homie, six-trey Impala
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Gold Ds spinnin, chrome hydraulics
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Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathing
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Hollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini
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Gangbangin is real, homie—Im living proof
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Like Snoop Dogg C-walkin on top of the Devils roof
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Rap critics wanna converse about this and that
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‘Cause red strings in his Converse, and this a Dre track
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Keep gibberin and jabbin, I pull the .38 Magnum
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And get to clickin and clackin
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Your homies wanna know what happened
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Come to Compton, see Thriller like Mike Jackson
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I might be Spike Lee of this gun-clappin
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Prior to rappin, I was drug traffickin
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In the dope spot, playing John Madden
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Homie, I aint braggin, I took five
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You wanna die? Run up on that black 7-45
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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If you take a look in my eyes
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You see I be a gangsta til I die
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That California chronic got me so high
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Game, tell em where you from (Nigga, Westside!)
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If you take a look in my eyes
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You see I be a gangsta til I die
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That California chronic got me so high
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Game tell em where you from (Nigga, Westside!)
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[Verse 3: The Game]
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New York, New York, big city of dreams
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I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, Im doin my thing
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Got me fucking with G-Unit—you know the drama that bring
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I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens
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And Buck told me in Cashville Im good when I come through
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So I aint gotta tuck-in my chain like DJ Pooh
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Im gangsta—more like Deebo when he was Zeus
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Play Bishop, I paint that picture—now, who got the juice?
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You niggas is Nutso—Ill take off your roof
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Leave your ass stretched-out like a Cadillac coupe
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God gotta let me in Heaven, all the shit Ive been through
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I was a O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty-two
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Homie, I let the .38 special rip through that vest
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And I dont contemplate whether or not he left his shit on the dresser
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Got Compton on my back, Im starting to feel the pressure
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Im lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre records
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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If you take a look in my eyes
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You see I be a gangsta til I die
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That California chronic got me so high
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Game, tell em where you from (Nigga, Westside!)
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If you take a look in my eyes
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You see I be a gangsta til I die
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That California chronic got me so high
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Game tell em where you from (Nigga, Westside!)
