1.West Side Story
作詞：Jr., Michael Elizondo, Curtis Jackson, Scott Storch, Jayceon
Taylor, Andre Young
Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Essay's, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boyz, Jamaicans
Latin Kingz, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians
All these muthafuckas been patiently waiting
Since the west coast fell off the steets been watchin'
The west coast neva 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 rear view my guns 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
Homie I'll bring your CA 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 muthafuckin' man
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a gangsta 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 gangsta till I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell them where your from
Nigga westside
I'm lowridin' homie, 6 Tre impala
Gold the spinnin', chrome hydraulics
Run up on my low-low you stop breathin'
Hollow tips make niggas dissappear like Houdini
Gang bangin' is real
Homie I'm livin' proof like Snoop Dogg
C-Walkin' on top of da devils roof
Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that
'Cuz red strings in this converse and this a Dre track
Keep jibberin', jabberin' I'll pull a .38 magnum
And get the clickin' and clackin'
You'll homies will wanna know what happened
Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson
I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clappin'
Prior to rappin' I was drug traffic, and
In the dope spot playin' John Madden
Homie, I ain't braggin', I took five
If you wanna die run up on that black 745
If you take a look in my eyes
You see I'll be a gangsta 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 gangsta 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 doin' my thing
Got me fuckin' 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 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 ur roof
Leave your ass steched out like a Cadilac Coupe
God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through
I was an OG in the hood before I truned 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 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 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 gangsta till I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell them where your from
Nigga westside
2.How We Do
The Game Feat. 50 Cent
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
Fresh like, unhh, Impala, unnh
Chrome hydrolics, 808 drums
You don't want, none, nigga betta, run
When beef is on, I'll pop that, drum
Come get, some, pistol grip, pump
If a nigga step on my white air, ones
Since red, rum, ready here I, come
Compton, unh, Dre found me in the, slums
Sellin' that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin' rocks when Master P was sayin', 'Unnh'
Buck pass the blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Coke and rum, got weed on the ton
I'm bangin' with my hand up her dress like, unh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt
I put Lamborghini doors on that Escolade
Lil pro so look like I'm riding on blades
In one year mang, a nigga's so paid
I have a straight bitch in the telly goin' both ways
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin' with the best tre pound on my hip
Teflon on my chest
They say I'm no good 'cuz I'm so hood
Rich folks do not want me around
'Cuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop off
Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out
They call me new money, say I have no class
I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast
The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash
Dougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin' on bulbs
Hit one switch mang, that ass so low
Cali got niggaz in New York ridin' on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin' with the best fo' pound on my hip
Gold chain on my chest
50, unh, Bentley, unh
'Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum
Automatic, gun, fuck 'em one-on-one
We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done
Homie, it's game time, you ready？ Here I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk
It took two, months but Fifty got it done
Signed with G-unit had niggaz like, 'Huh？'
Don't try to front, I'll leave yo' ass, slumped
Thinkin' I'm a punk get your fuckin' head, lumped
Fifty got a, gun ready here he come
Gotta sick, vendetta to get this, chedda
Meet my Ba, retta the drama, setta
Sip am-a, retta my flow sounds, betta
Than average on tracks I'm a savage I damage
Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique
(G-Unit)
3.This Is How We Do
The Game Feat. 50 Cent
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
Fresh like, unh, Impala, unh, crome hyrdolics, 808 drums
You don't want, none, nigga betta, run
When beef is on, I'll pop that, drum
Come get, some, pistol grip, pump
If a nigga step on my white air, ones
Since red, rum, ready here I come
Compton, unh, Dre found me in the, slums
Sellin' that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin' rocks when Master P was sayin', 'Unh'
Buck pass the blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Coke and rum, got weed on the ton
I'm bangin' with my hand, up her dress like, unh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt
I put Lamborghini doors on that Escolade
Lil pro so look like I'm riding on blades
In one year mang, a nigga's so paid
I have a straight bitch in the telly goin' both ways
(Ah)
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin' with the best tre pound on my hip
Teflon on my chest, they say I'm no good 'cuz I'm so hood
Rich folks do not want me around
'Cuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop off
Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out
They call me new money, say I have no class
I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast
The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash
Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
White walls so clean, it's like I'm ridin' on bulbs
Hit one switch mang, that ass so low
Cali got niggaz in New York ridin' on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin' with the best fo' pound on my hip
Gold chain on my chest
(Ah)
50, unh, Bentley, unh
'Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum
Automatic, gun, fuck 'em one-on-one
We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done
Homie, it's Game time
You ready？ Here I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk
It took two, months but Fifty got it done
Signed with G-unit, had niggaz like, 'Huh？'
Don't try to front, I'll leave yo' ass, slumped
Thinkin' I'm a punk, get your fuckin' head lumped
Fifty got a gun, ready here he come, gotta sick, vendetta
To get this, chedda, meet my Ba, Retta
The dra-ma, setta, sip Am-a, retta
My flow sounds, betta than average
On tracks I'm a savage, I damage
Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique
(G-Unit)
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