"Westside Story" as written by Curtis James Jackson, Michael A Elizondo, Andre Romell Young, Scott Spencer Storch and Jayceon Terrell Taylor....
Crip niggas, Blood niggas, ese's, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, white boys, Jamaicans
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians
All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin'
Since the West coast fell off, the streets been watchin'
The West coast never fell off, I was asleep 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
And Westside Connection, been had it locked bitch
I'm in the rearview, my guns is cockin'
I put red dots on that 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, homey I'm bringin' C.A. back
And I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybachs
All you old record labels tryin' to advance
Aftermath bitch, take it like a muh'fuckin' 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 'em where you from, nigga Westside
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 'em where you from, nigga Westside

I'm lowridin' homey, six trey Impala
Gold D's spinnin', chrome hydraulics
Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin'
Hollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini
Gang bangin' is real, homey I'm living proof
Like Snoop Dogg, C-walkin' 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 jibbin' and jabbin', I pull the .38 Magnum
And get to clickin' and clackin', 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 rappin', I was drug traffickin'
In the dope spot playin' John Madden
Homey I ain't braggin', I took five
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 'em where you from, nigga Westside
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 'em where you from, nigga Westside

New York, New York, big city of dreams
I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, I'm doin' my thing
Got me fuckin' 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 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 38 special ripped through that vest
And I don't contemplate whether or not he left his shit on the dresser
Got Compton on my back, I'm startin' 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 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
You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside


Lyrics submitted by kmk_natasha

"Westside Story" as written by Michael A. Elizondo Curtis James Jackson

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC

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    General CommentThis is just game repping the west coast like all his songs def. a good song

    4 out of 5 stars
    saminexon January 29, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentToo much 50 Cunt.
    Tipskinon October 17, 2006   Link
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    General CommentA pretty hot song overall

    Keep jibberin jabberin i'll pull a .38 magnum,
    And get the clickin and clackin,
    You'll homies will wanna kno what happened,

    ...hot until right here:
    Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson
    Just dumb.
    lifehasnovalueon September 09, 2007   Link
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    General Commenthaha life has no value true on the Jackson line

    "I'm in the rear view my guns is cockin,
    I'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman,"
    that part is sick too
    bringeroflighton December 17, 2007   Link

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