[{"id":19916669,"name":"Westside Story","trackName":"Westside Story","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"Westside Story","duration":264.76,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Ese's, Asians\nDominicans, Puerto Ricans, White boys, Jamaicans\nLatin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians\nAll these motherfuckers been patiently waitin'\nSince the West coast fell off, the streets been watchin'\nThe West coast never fell off, I was sleepin' in Compton\nAftermath been here, the beats been knockin'\nNate Dogg doin' his thing, DPG still poppin'\n\nI got 'California Love' fuckin' bitches to that 'Pac shit\nAnd Westside Connection, been had it locked bitch\nI'm in the rearview, my guns is cockin'\nI put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman\nAll stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases\nFought that, not guilty, I'm back\nNiggaz hate me been here, done that, sold crack, got jacked\nGot shot, came back, jumped on Dre's back\n\nPayback, homey I'm bringin' C.A. back\nAnd I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybachs\nAll you old record labels tryin' to advance\nAftermath bitch, take it like a muh'fuckin' man\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes\nTo see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\nThat California chronic got me so high\nGame tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes\nTo see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\nThat California chronic got me so high\nGame tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside\n\nI'm lowridin' homey, six trey Impala\nGold D's spinnin', chrome hydraulics\nRun up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin'\nHollow tips make niggaz disappear like Houdini\nGang bangin' is real, homey I'm living proof\nLike Snoop Dogg, C-walkin' on top of the devil's roof\nRap critics wanna converse, about this and that\n'Cause red strings in his converse, and this a Dre track\n\nKeep jibbin' and jabbin' I pull the thirty eight magnum\nAnd get to clickin' and clackin' your homies wanna know what happened\nCome to Compton see 'Thriller' like Mike Jackson\nI might be, Spike Lee, of this gun clappin'\nPrior to rappin', I was drug traffickin'\nIn the dope spot playin' John Madden\nHomey I ain't braggin', I took five\nYou wanna die, run up on that black 745\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes\nTo see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\nThat California chronic got me so high\nGame tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes\nTo see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\nThat California chronic got me so high\nGame tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside\n\nNew York, New York, big city of dreams\nI got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, I'm doin' my thing\nGot me fuckin' with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring\nI got niggaz in Westside Compton and Southside Queens\nAnd Buck told me in Cashville, I'm good when I come through\nSo I ain't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Pooh\nI'm gangsta, more like D-Bo when he was Zeus\nPlay Bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice?\n\nYou niggaz is nutso, I take off your roof\nLeave yo' ass stretched out like a Cadillac Coupe\nGod gotta let me in Heaven, all the shit I've been through\nI was a O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty-two\nHomey I let the 38 special ripped through that vest\nAnd I don't contemplate whether or not he left his shit on the dresser\nI got Compton on my back, I'm startin' to feel the pressure\nI'm lyrically Kool G. rap on these Dre records\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes\nTo see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\nThat California chronic got me so high\nGame tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes\nTo see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\nThat California chronic got me so high\nGame tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.07] Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Ese's, Asians\n[00:13.82] Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White boys, Jamaicans\n[00:20.03] Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians\n[00:21.74] All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin'\n[00:22.73] Since the West coast fell off, the streets been watchin'\n[00:24.59] The West coast never fell off, I was sleepin' in Compton\n[00:29.79] Aftermath been here, the beats been knockin'\n[00:31.19] Nate Dogg doin' his thing, DPG still poppin'\n[00:31.86] I got 'California Love' fuckin' bitches to that 'Pac shit\n[00:34.97] And Westside Connection, been had it locked bitch\n[00:38.23] I'm in the rearview, my guns is cockin'\n[00:41.24] I put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman\n[00:44.24] All stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases\n[00:46.62] Fought that, not guilty, I'm back\n[00:48.57] Niggaz hate me been here, done that, sold crack, got jacked\n[00:51.28] Got shot, came back, jumped on Dre's back\n[00:54.60] Payback, homey I'm bringin' C.A. back\n[00:57.64] And I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybachs\n[01:00.30] All you old record labels tryin' to advance\n[01:03.17] Aftermath bitch, take it like a muh'fuckin' man\n[01:05.37] If you take a look in my eyes\n[01:08.77] To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\n[01:12.67] That California chronic got me so high\n[01:15.44] Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside\n[01:16.60] If you take a look in my eyes\n[01:21.93] To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\n[01:23.30] That California chronic got me so high\n[01:25.32] Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside\n[01:26.63] I'm lowridin' homey, six trey Impala\n[01:27.74] Gold D's spinnin', chrome hydraulics\n[01:28.84] Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin'\n[01:30.11] Hollow tips make niggaz disappear like Houdini\n[01:31.36] Gang bangin' is real, homey I'm living proof\n[01:32.38] Like Snoop Dogg, C-walkin' on top of the devil's roof\n[01:34.36] Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that\n[01:36.09] 'Cause red strings in his converse, and this a Dre track\n[01:41.27] Keep jibbin' and jabbin' I pull the thirty eight magnum\n[01:52.75] And get to clickin' and clackin' your homies wanna know what happened\n[01:55.68] Come to Compton see 'Thriller' like Mike Jackson\n[01:58.24] I might be, Spike Lee, of this gun clappin'\n[02:00.82] Prior to rappin', I was drug traffickin'\n[02:03.82] In the dope spot playin' John Madden\n[02:06.28] Homey I ain't braggin', I took five\n[02:08.67] You wanna die, run up on that black 745\n[02:11.64] If you take a look in my eyes\n[02:15.06] To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\n[02:17.85] That California chronic got me so high\n[02:20.65] Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside\n[02:23.10] If you take a look in my eyes\n[02:24.76] To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\n[02:25.81] That California chronic got me so high\n[02:27.87] Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside\n[02:34.43] New York, New York, big city of dreams\n[02:36.48] I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, I'm doin' my thing\n[02:39.01] Got me fuckin' with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring\n[02:41.84] I got niggaz in Westside Compton and Southside Queens\n[02:44.72] And Buck told me in Cashville, I'm good when I come through\n[02:47.91] So I ain't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Pooh\n[02:50.76] I'm gangsta, more like D-Bo when he was Zeus\n[02:52.66] Play Bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice?\n[02:55.85] You niggaz is nutso, I take off your roof\n[02:57.91] Leave yo' ass stretched out like a Cadillac Coupe\n[03:01.17] God gotta let me in Heaven, all the shit I've been through\n[03:03.82] I was a O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty-two\n[03:06.79] Homey I let the 38 special ripped through that vest\n[03:09.83] And I don't contemplate whether or not he left his shit on the dresser\n[03:12.62] I got Compton on my back, I'm startin' to feel the pressure\n[03:15.07] I'm lyrically Kool G. rap on these Dre records\n[03:17.89] If you take a look in my 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Dodger fitted on, I'm doin' my thing\n Got me fuckin' with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring\n I got niggaz in Westside Compton and Southside Queens\n And Buck told me in Cashville, I'm good when I come through\n So I ain't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Pooh\n I'm gangsta, more like D-Bo when he was Zeus\n Play Bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice?\n\n You niggaz is nutso, I take off your roof\n Leave yo' ass stretched out like a Cadillac Coupe\n God gotta let me in Heaven, all the shit I've been through\n I was a O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty-two\n Homey I let the 38 special ripped through that vest\n And I don't contemplate whether or not he left his shit on the dresser\n I got Compton on my back, I'm startin' to feel the pressure\n I'm lyrically Kool G. rap on these Dre records\n\n If you take a look in my eyes\n To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\n That California chronic got me so high\n Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside\n\n If you take a look in my eyes\n To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\n That California chronic got me so high\n Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside\n"},{"id":1034325,"name":"Westside Story - Remix","trackName":"Westside Story - Remix","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"Westside Story","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Crip niggas, Blood niggas, S.A.'s, Asians,\nDominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans,\nLatin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians,\nAll these mother fuckers been patiently waiting,\nSince the west coast fell off the streets been watching,\nThe west coast never fell off I was asleep in Compton,\nAftermath been here the beats been knocking,\nNate Dogg doing his thing DPG still poppin,\nI got California love fucking bitches to that Pac shit,\nAnd westside connection been had it locked bitch,\nI'm in the rear view my guns is cocking,\nI'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman,\nAll stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases,\nFought that, not guilty I'm back,\nNiggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack,\nGot jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback,\nHomie I'll bring your CA back,\nAnd I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybacks,\nAll u old record labels trying to advance,\nAftermath bitch take it like a motherfucking man,\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes,\nYou see I'll be a gangster till I die,\nThat California chronic got me so high,\nGame tell them where your from,\nNigga westside!\n\nI'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala,\nGold d spinning, chrome hydraulics\nRun up on my low-low you stop breathing,\nHollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini,\nGang banging is real,\nHomie I'm living proof\nLike Snoop Dogg C-Walking on top of the devils roof,\nRap critics wanna converse, about this and that,\nCause red strings in this converse and this a Dre track,\nKeep jibberin jabbering I'll pull a .38 magnum,\nAnd get the clicking and clacking,\nYou'll homies will wanna know what happened,\nCome to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson,\nI might be Spike Lee, of this gun clapping,\nPrior to rapping I was drug trafficin\nIn the dope spot playing John Madden,\nHomie I ain't bragging, I took five,\nIf u wanna die run up on that black 745\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes,\nYou see I'll be a gangster till I die,\nThat California chronic got me so high,\nGame tell them where your from,\nNigga westside!\n\nNew York New York, big city of dreams,\nI got my L.A Dodger fitted on I'm doing my thing,\nGot me fucking wit G-Unit you know the drama that bring,\nI got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens,\nAnd Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through,\nSo I don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo,\nI'm gangster more like Deebo when he was Zeus,\nPlay bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice,\nYou niggas is nuts so, I take off your roof,\nLeave your ass steched out like a Cadillac Coupe,\nGod gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through,\nI was an OG in the hood before I turned 22,\nHomie I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest,\nAnd I don't contemplate\nWhether or not he left that shit on the dresser,\nGot Compton on my back,\nI'm starting to feel the pressure,\nI'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes,\nYou see I'll be a gangster till I die,\nThat California chronic got me so high,\nGame tell them where your from,\nNigga westside!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Westside Story - Remix\n artist: The Game\n album: Westside Story\n duration_ms: 256000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Crip niggas, Blood niggas, S.A.'s, Asians,\n Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans,\n Latin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians,\n All these mother fuckers been patiently waiting,\n Since the west coast fell off the streets been watching,\n The west coast never fell off I was asleep in Compton,\n Aftermath been here the beats been knocking,\n Nate Dogg doing his thing DPG still poppin,\n I got California love fucking bitches to that Pac shit,\n And westside connection been had it locked bitch,\n I'm in the rear view my guns is cocking,\n I'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman,\n All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases,\n Fought that, not guilty I'm back,\n Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack,\n Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback,\n Homie I'll bring your CA back,\n And I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybacks,\n All u old record labels trying to advance,\n Aftermath bitch take it like a motherfucking man,\n\n If you take a look in my eyes,\n You see I'll be a gangster till I die,\n That California chronic got me so high,\n Game tell them where your from,\n Nigga westside!\n\n I'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala,\n Gold d spinning, chrome hydraulics\n Run up on my low-low you stop breathing,\n Hollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini,\n Gang banging is real,\n Homie I'm living proof\n Like Snoop Dogg C-Walking on top of the devils roof,\n Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that,\n Cause red strings in this converse and this a Dre track,\n Keep jibberin jabbering I'll pull a .38 magnum,\n And get the clicking and clacking,\n You'll homies will wanna know what happened,\n Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson,\n I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clapping,\n Prior to rapping I was drug trafficin\n In the dope spot playing John Madden,\n Homie I ain't bragging, I took five,\n If u wanna die run up on that black 745\n\n If you take a look in my eyes,\n You see I'll be a gangster till I die,\n That California chronic got me so high,\n Game tell them where your from,\n Nigga westside!\n\n New York New York, big city of dreams,\n I got my L.A Dodger fitted on I'm doing my thing,\n Got me fucking wit G-Unit you know the drama that bring,\n I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens,\n And Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through,\n So I don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo,\n I'm gangster more like Deebo when he was Zeus,\n Play bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice,\n You niggas is nuts so, I take off your roof,\n Leave your ass steched out like a Cadillac Coupe,\n God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through,\n I was an OG in the hood before I turned 22,\n Homie I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest,\n And I don't contemplate\n Whether or not he left that shit on the dresser,\n Got Compton on my back,\n I'm starting to feel the pressure,\n I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records\n\n If you take a look in my eyes,\n You see I'll be a gangster till I die,\n That California chronic got me so high,\n Game tell them where your from,\n Nigga westside!\n"},{"id":31859624,"name":"Westside Story (remix)","trackName":"Westside Story (remix)","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"Westside Story: The Compton Chronicles","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Crip niggas, Blood niggas, S.A.'s, Asians,\nDominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans,\nLatin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians,\nAll these mother fuckers been patiently waiting,\nSince the west coast fell off the streets been watching,\nThe west coast never fell off I was asleep in Compton,\nAftermath been here the beats been knocking,\nNate Dogg doing his thing DPG still poppin,\nI got California love fucking bitches to that Pac shit,\nAnd westside connection been had it locked bitch,\nI'm in the rear view my guns is cocking,\nI'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman,\nAll stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases,\nFought that, not guilty I'm back,\nNiggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack,\nGot jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback,\nHomie I'll bring your CA back,\nAnd I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybacks,\nAll u old record labels trying to advance,\nAftermath bitch take it like a motherfucking man,\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes,\nYou see I'll be a gangster till I die,\nThat California chronic got me so high,\nGame tell them where your from,\nNigga westside!\n\nI'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala,\nGold d spinning, chrome hydraulics\nRun up on my low-low you stop breathing,\nHollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini,\nGang banging is real,\nHomie I'm living proof\nLike Snoop Dogg C-Walking on top of the devils roof,\nRap critics wanna converse, about this and that,\nCause red strings in this converse and this a Dre track,\nKeep jibberin jabbering I'll pull a .38 magnum,\nAnd get the clicking and clacking,\nYou'll homies will wanna know what happened,\nCome to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson,\nI might be Spike Lee, of this gun clapping,\nPrior to rapping I was drug trafficin\nIn the dope spot playing John Madden,\nHomie I ain't bragging, I took five,\nIf u wanna die run up on that black 745\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes,\nYou see I'll be a gangster till I die,\nThat California chronic got me so high,\nGame tell them where your from,\nNigga westside!\n\nNew York New York, big city of dreams,\nI got my L.A Dodger fitted on I'm doing my thing,\nGot me fucking wit G-Unit you know the drama that bring,\nI got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens,\nAnd Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through,\nSo I don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo,\nI'm gangster more like Deebo when he was Zeus,\nPlay bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice,\nYou niggas is nuts so, I take off your roof,\nLeave your ass steched out like a Cadillac Coupe,\nGod gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through,\nI was an OG in the hood before I turned 22,\nHomie I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest,\nAnd I don't contemplate\nWhether or not he left that shit on the dresser,\nGot Compton on my back,\nI'm starting to feel the pressure,\nI'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes,\nYou see I'll be a gangster till I die,\nThat California chronic got me so high,\nGame tell them where your from,\nNigga westside!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Westside Story (remix)\n artist: The Game\n album: 'Westside Story: The Compton Chronicles'\n duration_ms: 260000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Crip niggas, Blood niggas, S.A.'s, Asians,\n Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans,\n Latin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians,\n All these mother fuckers been patiently waiting,\n Since the west coast fell off the streets been watching,\n The west coast never fell off I was asleep in Compton,\n Aftermath been here the beats been knocking,\n Nate Dogg doing his thing DPG still poppin,\n I got California love fucking bitches to that Pac shit,\n And westside connection been had it locked bitch,\n I'm in the rear view my guns is cocking,\n I'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman,\n All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases,\n Fought that, not guilty I'm back,\n Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack,\n Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback,\n Homie I'll bring your CA back,\n And I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybacks,\n All u old record labels trying to advance,\n Aftermath bitch take it like a motherfucking man,\n\n If you take a look in my eyes,\n You see I'll be a gangster till I die,\n That California chronic got me so high,\n Game tell them where your from,\n Nigga westside!\n\n I'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala,\n Gold d spinning, chrome hydraulics\n Run up on my low-low you stop breathing,\n Hollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini,\n Gang banging is real,\n Homie I'm living proof\n Like Snoop Dogg C-Walking on top of the devils roof,\n Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that,\n Cause red strings in this converse and this a Dre track,\n Keep jibberin jabbering I'll pull a .38 magnum,\n And get the clicking and clacking,\n You'll homies will wanna know what happened,\n Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson,\n I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clapping,\n Prior to rapping I was drug trafficin\n In the dope spot playing John Madden,\n Homie I ain't bragging, I took five,\n If u wanna die run up on that black 745\n\n If you take a look in my eyes,\n You see I'll be a gangster till I die,\n That California chronic got me so high,\n Game tell them where your from,\n Nigga westside!\n\n New York New York, big city of dreams,\n I got my L.A Dodger fitted on I'm doing my thing,\n Got me fucking wit G-Unit you know the drama that bring,\n I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens,\n And Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through,\n So I don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo,\n I'm gangster more like Deebo when he was Zeus,\n Play bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice,\n You niggas is nuts so, I take off your roof,\n Leave your ass steched out like a Cadillac Coupe,\n God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through,\n I was an OG in the hood before I turned 22,\n Homie I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest,\n And I don't contemplate\n Whether or not he left that shit on the dresser,\n Got Compton on my back,\n I'm starting to feel the pressure,\n I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records\n\n If you take a look in my eyes,\n You see I'll be a gangster till I die,\n That California chronic got me so high,\n Game tell them where your from,\n Nigga westside!\n"},{"id":22122944,"name":"Westside Story (remix)","trackName":"Westside Story (remix)","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"Westside Story (The Compton Chronicles)","duration":257.736167,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Crip niggas, Blood niggas, S.A.'s, Asians,\nDominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans,\nLatin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians,\nAll these mother fuckers been patiently waiting,\nSince the west coast fell off the streets been watching,\nThe west coast never fell off I was asleep in Compton,\nAftermath been here the beats been knocking,\nNate Dogg doing his thing DPG still poppin,\nI got California love fucking bitches to that Pac shit,\nAnd westside connection been had it locked bitch,\nI'm in the rear view my guns is cocking,\nI'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman,\nAll stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases,\nFought that, not guilty I'm back,\nNiggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack,\nGot jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback,\nHomie I'll bring your CA back,\nAnd I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybacks,\nAll u old record labels trying to advance,\nAftermath bitch take it like a motherfucking man,\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes,\nYou see I'll be a gangster till I die,\nThat California chronic got me so high,\nGame tell them where your from,\nNigga westside!\n\nI'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala,\nGold d spinning, chrome hydraulics\nRun up on my low-low you stop breathing,\nHollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini,\nGang banging is real,\nHomie I'm living proof\nLike Snoop Dogg C-Walking on top of the devils roof,\nRap critics wanna converse, about this and that,\nCause red strings in this converse and this a Dre track,\nKeep jibberin jabbering I'll pull a .38 magnum,\nAnd get the clicking and clacking,\nYou'll homies will wanna know what happened,\nCome to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson,\nI might be Spike Lee, of this gun clapping,\nPrior to rapping I was drug trafficin\nIn the dope spot playing John Madden,\nHomie I ain't bragging, I took five,\nIf u wanna die run up on that black 745\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes,\nYou see I'll be a gangster till I die,\nThat California chronic got me so high,\nGame tell them where your from,\nNigga westside!\n\nNew York New York, big city of dreams,\nI got my L.A Dodger fitted on I'm doing my thing,\nGot me fucking wit G-Unit you know the drama that bring,\nI got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens,\nAnd Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through,\nSo I don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo,\nI'm gangster more like Deebo when he was Zeus,\nPlay bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice,\nYou niggas is nuts so, I take off your roof,\nLeave your ass steched out like a Cadillac Coupe,\nGod gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through,\nI was an OG in the hood before I turned 22,\nHomie I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest,\nAnd I don't contemplate\nWhether or not he left that shit on the dresser,\nGot Compton on my back,\nI'm starting to feel the pressure,\nI'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes,\nYou see I'll be a gangster till I die,\nThat California chronic got me so high,\nGame tell them where your from,\nNigga westside!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Westside Story (remix)\n artist: The Game\n album: Westside Story (The Compton Chronicles)\n duration_ms: 257736\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Crip niggas, Blood niggas, S.A.'s, Asians,\n Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans,\n Latin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians,\n All these mother fuckers been patiently waiting,\n Since the west coast fell off the streets been watching,\n The west coast never fell off I was asleep in Compton,\n Aftermath been here the beats been knocking,\n Nate Dogg doing his thing DPG still poppin,\n I got California love fucking bitches to that Pac shit,\n And westside connection been had it locked bitch,\n I'm in the rear view my guns is cocking,\n I'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman,\n All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases,\n Fought that, not guilty I'm back,\n Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack,\n Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback,\n Homie I'll bring your CA back,\n And I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybacks,\n All u old record labels trying to advance,\n Aftermath bitch take it like a motherfucking man,\n\n If you take a look in my eyes,\n You see I'll be a gangster till I die,\n That California chronic got me so high,\n Game tell them where your from,\n Nigga westside!\n\n I'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala,\n Gold d spinning, chrome hydraulics\n Run up on my low-low you stop breathing,\n Hollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini,\n Gang banging is real,\n Homie I'm living proof\n Like Snoop Dogg C-Walking on top of the devils roof,\n Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that,\n Cause red strings in this converse and this a Dre track,\n Keep jibberin jabbering I'll pull a .38 magnum,\n And get the clicking and clacking,\n You'll homies will wanna know what happened,\n Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson,\n I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clapping,\n Prior to rapping I was drug trafficin\n In the dope spot playing John Madden,\n Homie I ain't bragging, I took five,\n If u wanna die run up on that black 745\n\n If you take a look in my eyes,\n You see I'll be a gangster till I die,\n That California chronic got me so high,\n Game tell them where your from,\n Nigga westside!\n\n New York New York, big city of dreams,\n I got my L.A Dodger fitted on I'm doing my thing,\n Got me fucking wit G-Unit you know the drama that bring,\n I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens,\n And Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through,\n So I don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo,\n I'm gangster more like Deebo when he was Zeus,\n Play bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice,\n You niggas is nuts so, I take off your roof,\n Leave your ass steched out like a Cadillac Coupe,\n God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through,\n I was an OG in the hood before I turned 22,\n Homie I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest,\n And I don't contemplate\n Whether or not he left that shit on the dresser,\n Got Compton on my back,\n I'm starting to feel the pressure,\n I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records\n\n If you take a look in my eyes,\n You see I'll be a gangster till I die,\n That California chronic got me so high,\n Game tell them where your from,\n Nigga westside!\n"},{"id":31456445,"name":"Westside Story (remix)","trackName":"Westside Story (remix)","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"Westside Story (Compton Chronicles)","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Crip niggas, Blood niggas, S.A.'s, Asians,\nDominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans,\nLatin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians,\nAll these mother fuckers been patiently waiting,\nSince the west coast fell off the streets been watching,\nThe west coast never fell off I was asleep in Compton,\nAftermath been here the beats been knocking,\nNate Dogg doing his thing DPG still poppin,\nI got California love fucking bitches to that Pac shit,\nAnd westside connection been had it locked bitch,\nI'm in the rear view my guns is cocking,\nI'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman,\nAll stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases,\nFought that, not guilty I'm back,\nNiggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack,\nGot jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback,\nHomie I'll bring your CA back,\nAnd I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybacks,\nAll u old record labels trying to advance,\nAftermath bitch take it like a motherfucking man,\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes,\nYou see I'll be a gangster till I die,\nThat California chronic got me so high,\nGame tell them where your from,\nNigga westside!\n\nI'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala,\nGold d spinning, chrome hydraulics\nRun up on my low-low you stop breathing,\nHollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini,\nGang banging is real,\nHomie I'm living proof\nLike Snoop Dogg C-Walking on top of the devils roof,\nRap critics wanna converse, about this and that,\nCause red strings in this converse and this a Dre track,\nKeep jibberin jabbering I'll pull a .38 magnum,\nAnd get the clicking and clacking,\nYou'll homies will wanna know what happened,\nCome to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson,\nI might be Spike Lee, of this gun clapping,\nPrior to rapping I was drug trafficin\nIn the dope spot playing John Madden,\nHomie I ain't bragging, I took five,\nIf u wanna die run up on that black 745\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes,\nYou see I'll be a gangster till I die,\nThat California chronic got me so high,\nGame tell them where your from,\nNigga westside!\n\nNew York New York, big city of dreams,\nI got my L.A Dodger fitted on I'm doing my thing,\nGot me fucking wit G-Unit you know the drama that bring,\nI got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens,\nAnd Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through,\nSo I don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo,\nI'm gangster more like Deebo when he was Zeus,\nPlay bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice,\nYou niggas is nuts so, I take off your roof,\nLeave your ass steched out like a Cadillac Coupe,\nGod gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through,\nI was an OG in the hood before I turned 22,\nHomie I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest,\nAnd I don't contemplate\nWhether or not he left that shit on the dresser,\nGot Compton on my back,\nI'm starting to feel the pressure,\nI'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes,\nYou see I'll be a gangster till I die,\nThat California chronic got me so high,\nGame tell them where your from,\nNigga westside!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Westside Story (remix)\n artist: The Game\n album: Westside Story (Compton Chronicles)\n duration_ms: 258000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Crip niggas, Blood niggas, S.A.'s, Asians,\n Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans,\n Latin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians,\n All these mother fuckers been patiently waiting,\n Since the west coast fell off the streets been watching,\n The west coast never fell off I was asleep in Compton,\n Aftermath been here the beats been knocking,\n Nate Dogg doing his thing DPG still poppin,\n I got California love fucking bitches to that Pac shit,\n And westside connection been had it locked bitch,\n I'm in the rear view my guns is cocking,\n I'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman,\n All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases,\n Fought that, not guilty I'm back,\n Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack,\n Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback,\n Homie I'll bring your CA back,\n And I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybacks,\n All u old record labels trying to advance,\n Aftermath bitch take it like a motherfucking man,\n\n If you take a look in my eyes,\n You see I'll be a gangster till I die,\n That California chronic got me so high,\n Game tell them where your from,\n Nigga westside!\n\n I'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala,\n Gold d spinning, chrome hydraulics\n Run up on my low-low you stop breathing,\n Hollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini,\n Gang banging is real,\n Homie I'm living proof\n Like Snoop Dogg C-Walking on top of the devils roof,\n Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that,\n Cause red strings in this converse and this a Dre track,\n Keep jibberin jabbering I'll pull a .38 magnum,\n And get the clicking and clacking,\n You'll homies will wanna know what happened,\n Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson,\n I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clapping,\n Prior to rapping I was drug trafficin\n In the dope spot playing John Madden,\n Homie I ain't bragging, I took five,\n If u wanna die run up on that black 745\n\n If you take a look in my eyes,\n You see I'll be a gangster till I die,\n That California chronic got me so high,\n Game tell them where your from,\n Nigga westside!\n\n New York New York, big city of dreams,\n I got my L.A Dodger fitted on I'm doing my thing,\n Got me fucking wit G-Unit you know the drama that bring,\n I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens,\n And Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through,\n So I don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo,\n I'm gangster more like Deebo when he was Zeus,\n Play bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice,\n You niggas is nuts so, I take off your roof,\n Leave your ass steched out like a Cadillac Coupe,\n God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through,\n I was an OG in the hood before I turned 22,\n Homie I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest,\n And I don't contemplate\n Whether or not he left that shit on the dresser,\n Got Compton on my back,\n I'm starting to feel the pressure,\n I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records\n\n If you take a look in my eyes,\n You see I'll be a gangster till I die,\n That California chronic got me so high,\n Game tell them where your from,\n Nigga westside!\n"},{"id":3688855,"name":"Westside Story (feat. 50 Cent)","trackName":"Westside Story (feat. 50 Cent)","artistName":"The Game feat. 50 Cent","albumName":"Westside Story - Single","duration":265.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Crip niggas, Blood niggas, Eses, Asians\nDominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans\nLatin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians\nAll these motherfuckers been patiently waitin'\n\nSince the West Coast fell off, the steets been watchin'\nThe West Coast never fell off, I was 'sleep in Compton\nAftermath been here, the beats been knockin'\nNate Dogg doin' his thing, DPG still poppin'\nI got California love, fuckin' bitches to that Pac shit\nAnd Westside Connection been had it locked bitch\nI'm in the rear-view, my guns is cockin'\nI'll put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman\n\nAll Stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases\nFought that, not guilty I'm back\nNiggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack\nGot jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back\nPayback, homie, I'm bringing C.A. back\nAnd I don't do button-up shirts or drive Maybachs\nAll you old record labels tryin' to advance\nAftermath, bitch, take it like a motherfuckin' man\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes\nYou see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\nThat California chronic got me so high\nGame, tell 'em where your from\n(Nigga, Westside)\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes\nYou see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\nThat California chronic got me so high\nGame, tell 'em where your from\n(Nigga, Westside)\n\nI'm low-ridin' homie, Six-Tre impala\nGold Ds spinnin', chrome hydraulics\nRun up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin'\nHollow tips make niggas dissappear like houdini\nGang bangin' is real homie I'm livin' proof\nLike Snoop Dogg C-walkin' on top of the devil's roof\n\nRap critics wanna converse, about this and that\n'Cause red strings in this converse and this a Dre track\nKeep jibberin' jabberin', I pull a .38 Magnum\nAnd get the clickin' and clackin'\nYour homies wanna know what happened\nCome to Compton, see Thriller like Mike Jackson\n\nI might be Spike Lee of this gun clappin'\nPrior to rappin' I was drug traffickin'\nIn the dope spot playin' John Madden\nHomie, I ain't braggin', I took five\nYou wanna die? Run up on that black 7-45\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes\nYou see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\nThat California chronic got me so high\nGame, tell 'em where your from\n(Nigga, Westside)\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes\nYou see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\nThat California chronic got me so high\nGame, tell 'em where your from\n(Nigga, Westside)\n\nNew York, New York, big city of dreams\nI got my L.A Dodger fitted on I'm doing my thing\nGot me fuckin' wit' G-Unit, you know the drama that bring\nI got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens\nAnd Buck told me in Cashville, I'm good when I come through\nSo I ain't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Pooh\n\nI'm gangsta more like Deebo when he was Zeus\nPlay Bishop, I paint that picture, now who got the juice?\nYou niggas is Nutso, I'll take off ur roof\nLeave your ass steched out like a Cadillac Coupe\nGod gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through\nI was an O.G. in the hood before I turned 22\n\nHomie, I let the .38 special rip through that vest\nAnd I don't contemplate whether or not he left that shit on the dresser\nGot Compton on my back\nI'm startin' to feel the pressure\nI'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes\nYou see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\nThat California chronic got me so high\nGame, tell 'em where your from\n(Nigga, Westside)\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes\nYou see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\nThat California chronic got me so high\nGame, tell 'em where your from\n(Nigga, Westside)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Westside Story (feat. 50 Cent)\n artist: The Game feat. 50 Cent\n album: Westside Story - Single\n duration_ms: 265000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Crip niggas, Blood niggas, Eses, Asians\n Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans\n Latin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians\n All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin'\n\n Since the West Coast fell off, the steets been watchin'\n The West Coast never fell off, I was 'sleep in Compton\n Aftermath been here, the beats been knockin'\n Nate Dogg doin' his thing, DPG still poppin'\n I got California love, fuckin' bitches to that Pac shit\n And Westside Connection been had it locked bitch\n I'm in the rear-view, my guns is cockin'\n I'll put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman\n\n All Stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases\n Fought that, not guilty I'm back\n Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack\n Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back\n Payback, homie, I'm bringing C.A. back\n And I don't do button-up shirts or drive Maybachs\n All you old record labels tryin' to advance\n Aftermath, bitch, take it like a motherfuckin' man\n\n If you take a look in my eyes\n You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\n That California chronic got me so high\n Game, tell 'em where your from\n (Nigga, Westside)\n\n If you take a look in my eyes\n You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\n That California chronic got me so high\n Game, tell 'em where your from\n (Nigga, Westside)\n\n I'm low-ridin' homie, Six-Tre impala\n Gold Ds spinnin', chrome hydraulics\n Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin'\n Hollow tips make niggas dissappear like houdini\n Gang bangin' is real homie I'm livin' proof\n Like Snoop Dogg C-walkin' on top of the devil's roof\n\n Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that\n 'Cause red strings in this converse and this a Dre track\n Keep jibberin' jabberin', I pull a .38 Magnum\n And get the clickin' and clackin'\n Your homies wanna know what happened\n Come to Compton, see Thriller like Mike Jackson\n\n I might be Spike Lee of this gun clappin'\n Prior to rappin' I was drug traffickin'\n In the dope spot playin' John Madden\n Homie, I ain't braggin', I took five\n You wanna die? Run up on that black 7-45\n\n If you take a look in my eyes\n You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\n That California chronic got me so high\n Game, tell 'em where your from\n (Nigga, Westside)\n\n If you take a look in my eyes\n You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\n That California chronic got me so high\n Game, tell 'em where your from\n (Nigga, Westside)\n\n New York, New York, big city of dreams\n I got my L.A Dodger fitted on I'm doing my thing\n Got me fuckin' wit' G-Unit, you know the drama that bring\n I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens\n And Buck told me in Cashville, I'm good when I come through\n So I ain't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Pooh\n\n I'm gangsta more like Deebo when he was Zeus\n Play Bishop, I paint that picture, now who got the juice?\n You niggas is Nutso, I'll take off ur roof\n Leave your ass steched out like a Cadillac Coupe\n God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through\n I was an O.G. in the hood before I turned 22\n\n Homie, I let the .38 special rip through that vest\n And I don't contemplate whether or not he left that shit on the dresser\n Got Compton on my back\n I'm startin' to feel the pressure\n I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records\n\n If you take a look in my eyes\n You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\n That California chronic got me so high\n Game, tell 'em where your from\n (Nigga, Westside)\n\n If you take a look in my eyes\n You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\n That California chronic got me so high\n Game, tell 'em where your from\n (Nigga, Westside)\n"},{"id":38064504,"name":"Westside Story","trackName":"Westside Story","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"The Game - Essentials","duration":223.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Ese's, Asians\nDominicans, Puerto Ricans, White boys, Jamaicans\nLatin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians\nAll these motherfuckers been patiently waitin'\nSince the West coast fell off, the streets been watchin'\nThe West coast never fell off, I was sleepin' in Compton\nAftermath been here, the beats been knockin'\nNate Dogg doin' his thing, DPG still poppin'\n\nI got 'California Love' fuckin' bitches to that 'Pac shit\nAnd Westside Connection, been had it locked bitch\nI'm in the rearview, my guns is cockin'\nI put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman\nAll stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases\nFought that, not guilty, I'm back\nNiggaz hate me been here, done that, sold crack, got jacked\nGot shot, came back, jumped on Dre's back\n\nPayback, homey I'm bringin' C.A. back\nAnd I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybachs\nAll you old record labels tryin' to advance\nAftermath bitch, take it like a muh'fuckin' man\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes\nTo see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\nThat California chronic got me so high\nGame tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes\nTo see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\nThat California chronic got me so high\nGame tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside\n\nI'm lowridin' homey, six trey Impala\nGold D's spinnin', chrome hydraulics\nRun up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin'\nHollow tips make niggaz disappear like Houdini\nGang bangin' is real, homey I'm living proof\nLike Snoop Dogg, C-walkin' on top of the devil's roof\nRap critics wanna converse, about this and that\n'Cause red strings in his converse, and this a Dre track\n\nKeep jibbin' and jabbin' I pull the thirty eight magnum\nAnd get to clickin' and clackin' your homies wanna know what happened\nCome to Compton see 'Thriller' like Mike Jackson\nI might be, Spike Lee, of this gun clappin'\nPrior to rappin', I was drug traffickin'\nIn the dope spot playin' John Madden\nHomey I ain't braggin', I took five\nYou wanna die, run up on that black 745\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes\nTo see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\nThat California chronic got me so high\nGame tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes\nTo see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\nThat California chronic got me so high\nGame tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside\n\nNew York, New York, big city of dreams\nI got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, I'm doin' my thing\nGot me fuckin' with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring\nI got niggaz in Westside Compton and Southside Queens\nAnd Buck told me in Cashville, I'm good when I come through\nSo I ain't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Pooh\nI'm gangsta, more like D-Bo when he was Zeus\nPlay Bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice?\n\nYou niggaz is nutso, I take off your roof\nLeave yo' ass stretched out like a Cadillac Coupe\nGod gotta let me in Heaven, all the shit I've been through\nI was a O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty-two\nHomey I let the 38 special ripped through that vest\nAnd I don't contemplate whether or not he left his shit on the dresser\nI got Compton on my back, I'm startin' to feel the pressure\nI'm lyrically Kool G. rap on these Dre records\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes\nTo see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\nThat California chronic got me so high\nGame tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes\nTo see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\nThat California chronic got me so high\nGame tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.07]Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Ese's, Asians\n[00:13.82]Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White boys, Jamaicans\n[00:20.03]Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians\n[00:21.74]All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin'\n[00:22.73]Since the West coast fell off, the streets been watchin'\n[00:24.59]The West coast never fell off, I was sleepin' in Compton\n[00:29.79]Aftermath been here, the beats been knockin'\n[00:31.19]Nate Dogg doin' his thing, DPG still poppin'\n[00:31.86]I got 'California Love' fuckin' bitches to that 'Pac shit\n[00:34.97]And Westside Connection, been had it locked bitch\n[00:38.23]I'm in the rearview, my guns is cockin'\n[00:41.24]I put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman\n[00:44.24]All stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases\n[00:46.62]Fought that, not guilty, I'm back\n[00:48.57]Niggaz hate me been here, done that, sold crack, got jacked\n[00:51.28]Got shot, came back, jumped on Dre's back\n[00:54.60]Payback, homey I'm bringin' C.A. back\n[00:57.64]And I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybachs\n[01:00.30]All you old record labels tryin' to advance\n[01:03.17]Aftermath bitch, take it like a muh'fuckin' man\n[01:05.37]If you take a look in my eyes\n[01:08.77]To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\n[01:12.67]That California chronic got me so high\n[01:15.44]Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside\n[01:16.60]If you take a look in my eyes\n[01:21.93]To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\n[01:23.30]That California chronic got me so high\n[01:25.32]Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside\n[01:26.63]I'm lowridin' homey, six trey Impala\n[01:27.74]Gold D's spinnin', chrome hydraulics\n[01:28.84]Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin'\n[01:30.11]Hollow tips make niggaz disappear like Houdini\n[01:31.36]Gang bangin' is real, homey I'm living proof\n[01:32.38]Like Snoop Dogg, C-walkin' on top of the devil's roof\n[01:34.36]Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that\n[01:36.09]'Cause red strings in his converse, and this a Dre track\n[01:41.27]Keep jibbin' and jabbin' I pull the thirty eight magnum\n[01:52.75]And get to clickin' and clackin' your homies wanna know what happened\n[01:55.68]Come to Compton see 'Thriller' like Mike Jackson\n[01:58.24]I might be, Spike Lee, of this gun clappin'\n[02:00.82]Prior to rappin', I was drug traffickin'\n[02:03.82]In the dope spot playin' John Madden\n[02:06.28]Homey I ain't braggin', I took five\n[02:08.67]You wanna die, run up on that black 745\n[02:11.64]If you take a look in my eyes\n[02:15.06]To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\n[02:17.85]That California chronic got me so high\n[02:20.65]Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside\n[02:23.10]If you take a look in my eyes\n[02:24.76]To see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\n[02:25.81]That California chronic got me so high\n[02:27.87]Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside\n[02:34.43]New York, New York, big city of dreams\n[02:36.48]I got my L.A. 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Run up on that black 7-45\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes\nYou see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\nThat California chronic got me so high\nGame, tell 'em where your from\n(Nigga, Westside)\n\nIf you take a look in my eyes\nYou see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die\nThat California chronic got me so high\nGame, tell 'em where your from\n(Nigga, Westside)\n\nNew York, New York, big city of dreams\nI got my L.A Dodger fitted on I'm doing my thing\nGot me fuckin' wit' G-Unit, you know the drama that bring\nI got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens\nAnd Buck told me in Cashville, I'm good when I come through\nSo I ain't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Pooh\n\nI'm gangsta more like Deebo when he was Zeus\nPlay Bishop, I paint that picture, now who got the juice?\nYou niggas is Nutso, I'll take off ur roof\nLeave your ass steched out like a Cadillac Coupe\nGod gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through\nI was an O.G. in the hood before I turned 22\n\nHomie, I let the .38 special rip through that vest\nAnd I don't contemplate whether or not he left that shit on the dresser\nGot Compton on my back\nI'm startin' to feel the pressure\nI'm lyrically Kool G. 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Dodger fitted on, I'm doin' my thing\n[02:39.99] Got me fuckin' with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring\n[02:42.68] I got niggaz in Westside Compton and Southside Queens\n[02:44.00] And Buck told me in Cashville, I'm good when I come through\n[02:48.00] So I ain't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Pooh\n[02:50.56] I'm gangsta, more like D-Bo when he was Zeus\n[02:53.33] Play Bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice?\n[02:56.46] You niggaz is nutso, I take off your roof\n[02:58.42] Leave yo' ass stretched out like a Cadillac Coupe\n[03:01.65] God gotta let me in Heaven, all the shit I've been through\n[03:04.45] I was a O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty-two\n[03:07.88] Homey I let the 38 special ripped through that vest\n[03:09.07] And I don't contemplate whether or not he left his shit on the dresser\n[03:12.76] I got Compton on my back, I'm startin' to feel the pressure\n[03:14.27] I'm lyrically Kool G. rap on these Dre records\n[03:18.66] If you take a look in my 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Dodger fitted on I'm doin my thing\nGot me fuckin with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring\nI got niggaz in Westside Compton and Southside Queens\nAnd Buck told me in Cashville, I'm good when I come through\nSo I ain't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Pooh\nI'm gangsta more like D-Bo when he was Zeus\nPlay Bishop I paint that picture now who got The Juice?\nYou niggaz is nutso, I take off your roof\nLeave 'yo ass stretched out like a Cadillac Coupe\n\nGod gotta let me in heaven, all the shit I've been through\nI was a O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty two\nHomey I let the thirty eight special ripped through that vest\nAnd I don't contemplate whether or not he left shit on the dresser\nGot Compton on my back, I'm startin to feel the pressure\nI'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records\n\nIf you see the look in my eyes, you see I be a gangsta till I die\nThat California chronic got me so high\nGame tell 'em where you from nigga Westside!!!!\nIf you see the look in my eyes, you see I be a gangsta till I die\nThat California chronic got me so high\nGame tell 'em where you from nigga Westside!!!!","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.09] Crip niggaz Blood niggaz, ESE's, Asians\n[00:13.61] Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans\n[00:16.43] Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians\n[00:19.07] All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin\n[00:21.95] Since the west coast fell off the streets been watchin\n[00:24.62] The west coast never fell off I was sleep in Compton\n[00:27.42] Aftermath been here, the beats been knockin\n[00:30.18] Nate Dogg still doin his thing DPG still poppin\n[00:32.70] I got California Love fuckin bitches to that Pac shit\n[00:35.50] And Westside Connection been had it locked bitch\n[00:38.34] I'm in the rear view my guns is cocking\n[00:40.97] I put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman\n[00:44.26] All Star, fat laces, gun charge, court cases\n[00:46.99] Fought that, not guilty, I'm back, niggaz hate me\n[00:49.72] Been here, done that, sold crack, got jacked\n[00:52.28] Got shot, came back, jumped on Dre's back\n[00:55.28] Payback, homey I'm bringin C.A. back\n[00:57.66] And I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybachs\n[01:00.23] All you old record labels tryin to advance\n[01:02.93] Aftermath bitch take it like a mu'fuckin man\n[01:06.34] If you see the look in my eyes, you see I be a gangsta till I die\n[01:11.97] That California chronic got me so high\n[01:14.75] Game tell 'em where you from nigga Westside!!!!\n[01:17.29] If you see the look in my eyes, you see I be a gangsta till I die\n[01:22.88] That California chronic got me so high\n[01:25.63] Game tell 'em where you from nigga Westside!!!!\n[01:28.46] I'm low ridin homey, six trey Impala\n[01:30.70] Gold D's spinnin, chrome hydraulics\n[01:33.27] Run up on my LoLo, you stop breathin\n[01:36.38] Hollow tips make niggaz disappear like Houdini\n[01:39.11] Gang bangin is real, homey I'm livinproof\n[01:41.37] Like Snoop Dogg C walkin on top of the devil's roof\n[01:44.00] Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that\n[01:47.05] Cause red strings in his converse, and this a Dre track\n[01:50.04] Keep jibbin and jabbin I pull the thirty eight magnum\n[01:53.35] And get the clickin and clackin your homeys wanna know what happened\n[01:56.17] Come to Compton see Thriller like Mike Jackson\n[01:58.27] I might be Spike Lee of this gun clappin\n[02:01.14] Prior to rappin, I was drug traffickin\n[02:04.07] In the dope spot playin John Madden\n[02:06.77] Homey I ain't braggin, I took five\n[02:09.08] You wanna die, run up on that Black seven forty five\n[02:12.93] If you see the look in my eyes, you see I be a gangsta till I die\n[02:17.83] That California chronic got me so high\n[02:20.78] Game tell 'em where you from nigga Westside!!!!\n[02:24.16] If you see the look in my eyes, you see I be a gangsta till I die\n[02:29.02] That California chronic got me so high\n[02:32.47] Game tell 'em where you from nigga Westside!!!!\n[02:34.62] New York, New York, big city of dreams\n[02:36.86] I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on I'm doin my thing\n[02:39.20] Got me fuckin with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring\n[02:42.17] I got niggaz in Westside Compton and Southside Queens\n[02:44.73] And Buck told me in Cashville, I'm good when I come through\n[02:47.66] So I ain't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Pooh\n[02:50.46] I'm gangsta more like D-Bo when he was Zeus\n[02:53.21] Play Bishop I paint that picture now who got The Juice?\n[02:55.89] You niggaz is nutso, I take off your roof\n[02:58.53] Leave 'yo ass stretched out like a Cadillac Coupe\n[03:01.32] God gotta let me in heaven, all the shit I've been through\n[03:04.17] I was a O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty two\n[03:07.22] Homey I let the thirty eight special ripped through that vest\n[03:09.93] And I don't contemplate whether or not he left shit on the dresser\n[03:12.54] Got Compton on my back, I'm startin to feel the pressure\n[03:15.23] I'm lyrically Kool G. 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Dodger fitted on I'm doin my thing\n Got me fuckin with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring\n I got niggaz in Westside Compton and Southside Queens\n And Buck told me in Cashville, I'm good when I come through\n So I ain't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Pooh\n I'm gangsta more like D-Bo when he was Zeus\n Play Bishop I paint that picture now who got The Juice?\n You niggaz is nutso, I take off your roof\n Leave 'yo ass stretched out like a Cadillac Coupe\n\n God gotta let me in heaven, all the shit I've been through\n I was a O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty two\n Homey I let the thirty eight special ripped through that vest\n And I don't contemplate whether or not he left shit on the dresser\n Got Compton on my back, I'm startin to feel the pressure\n I'm lyrically Kool G. 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Dodger fitted on, I'm doin' my thing\n[02:39.01] Got me fuckin' with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring\n[02:41.84] I got niggaz in Westside Compton and Southside Queens\n[02:44.72] And Buck told me in Cashville, I'm good when I come through\n[02:47.91] So I ain't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Pooh\n[02:50.76] I'm gangsta, more like D-Bo when he was Zeus\n[02:52.66] Play Bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice?\n[02:55.85] You niggaz is nutso, I take off your roof\n[02:57.91] Leave yo' ass stretched out like a Cadillac Coupe\n[03:01.17] God gotta let me in Heaven, all the shit I've been through\n[03:03.82] I was a O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty-two\n[03:06.79] Homey I let the 38 special ripped through that vest\n[03:09.83] And I don't contemplate whether or not he left his shit on the dresser\n[03:12.62] I got Compton on my back, I'm startin' to feel the pressure\n[03:15.07] I'm lyrically Kool G. rap on these Dre records\n[03:17.89] If you take a look in my 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