[The Game] Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, 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 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 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 Niggaz hate me been here, 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
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] You can take a look in my eyes To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside!!
[The Game] 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 niggaz 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 thirty eight 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
[The Game] 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 niggaz 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 D-Bo when he was Zeus Play Bishop I paint that picture now who got the +Juice+? You niggaz 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