Ingresar
Registro
Buscar en la letra
Buscar por:
#
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z
Inicio
>
T
>
The Game
>
Westside story
> Corregir Westside story
Plugin Winamp
Lista de
reproducción
Corregir Letra Westside story de The Game
Regresar a la letra Westside story de The Game
El envío de correcciones solamente está disponible para usuarios autenticados. Debe
autenticarse
para poder realizarla.
Letra actual de la canción
[Verse 1] <br /> <br />Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Essay´s, Asians, <br />Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boyz, Jamaicans, <br />Latin Kingz, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians, <br />All these mutha fuckas been patiently waiting, <br />Since the west coast fell off the steets been watchin, <br />The west coast neva fell off i was asleep in Compton, <br />Aftermath been here the beats been knockin, <br />Nate Dogg doin his thing DPG still poppin, <br />I got California love fuckin bitches to that Pac shit, <br />And westside connection been had it locked bitch, <br />I´m in the rear view my guns is cockin, <br />I´ll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman, <br />All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases, <br />Faught that, not guilty im back, <br />Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack, <br />Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre´s back, payback, <br />Homie i´ll bring ur CA back, <br />And i dont do button up shirts or drive Maybacks, <br />All u old record labels tryin to advance, <br />Aftermath bitch take it like a mutha fuckin man, <br /> <br />[Chorus x2] <br /> <br />If you take a look in my eyes, <br />You see i´ll be a gangsta till I die, <br />That California chronic got me so high, <br />Game tell them where your from, <br />Nigga westside! <br /> <br />[Verse 2] <br /> <br />I´m lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala, <br />Gold d spinnin, chrome hydraulics <br />Run up on my low-low you stop breathin, <br />Hollow tips make niggas dissappear like houdini, <br />Gang bangin is real, <br />Homie im livin proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin on top of da devils roof, <br />Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that, <br />Cuz red strings in this converse and this a Dre track, <br />Keep jibberin jabberin i´ll pull a .38 magnum, <br />And get the clickin and clackin, <br />You´ll homies will wanna kno what happened, <br />Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson, <br />I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clappin, <br />Prior to rappin I was drug traffic, and <br />In the dope spot playin John Madden, <br />Homie I aint braggin, I took five, <br />If u wanna die run up on that black 745 <br /> <br />[Chorus x2] <br /> <br />[Verse 3] <br /> <br />New York New York, big city of dreams, <br />I got my L.A Dodger fitted on im doin my thing, <br />Got me fuckin wit G-Unit you kno the drama that bring, <br />I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens, <br />And Buck told me in Cashville I´m good when I come through, <br />So i don´t gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo, <br />I´m gangsta more like Deebo when he was Zeus, <br />Play bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice, <br />You niggas is nuts so, i take off ur roof, <br />Leave your ass steched out like a Cadilac Coupe, <br />God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through, <br />I was an OG in the hood before i truned 22, <br />Homie I´ll let the .38 special rip through that vest, <br />And I don´t contemplate whether or not he left that shit on the dresser, <br />Got Compton on my back, <br />Im startin to feel the pressure, <br />I´m lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records <br /> <br />[Chorus x2]
Letra nueva de la canción
[Verse 1] <br /> <br />Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Essay´s, Asians, <br />Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boyz, Jamaicans, <br />Latin Kingz, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians, <br />All these mutha fuckas been patiently waiting, <br />Since the west coast fell off the steets been watchin, <br />The west coast neva fell off i was asleep in Compton, <br />Aftermath been here the beats been knockin, <br />Nate Dogg doin his thing DPG still poppin, <br />I got California love fuckin bitches to that Pac shit, <br />And westside connection been had it locked bitch, <br />I´m in the rear view my guns is cockin, <br />I´ll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman, <br />All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases, <br />Faught that, not guilty im back, <br />Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack, <br />Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre´s back, payback, <br />Homie i´ll bring ur CA back, <br />And i dont do button up shirts or drive Maybacks, <br />All u old record labels tryin to advance, <br />Aftermath bitch take it like a mutha fuckin man, <br /> <br />[Chorus x2] <br /> <br />If you take a look in my eyes, <br />You see i´ll be a gangsta till I die, <br />That California chronic got me so high, <br />Game tell them where your from, <br />Nigga westside! <br /> <br />[Verse 2] <br /> <br />I´m lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala, <br />Gold d spinnin, chrome hydraulics <br />Run up on my low-low you stop breathin, <br />Hollow tips make niggas dissappear like houdini, <br />Gang bangin is real, <br />Homie im livin proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin on top of da devils roof, <br />Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that, <br />Cuz red strings in this converse and this a Dre track, <br />Keep jibberin jabberin i´ll pull a .38 magnum, <br />And get the clickin and clackin, <br />You´ll homies will wanna kno what happened, <br />Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson, <br />I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clappin, <br />Prior to rappin I was drug traffic, and <br />In the dope spot playin John Madden, <br />Homie I aint braggin, I took five, <br />If u wanna die run up on that black 745 <br /> <br />[Chorus x2] <br /> <br />[Verse 3] <br /> <br />New York New York, big city of dreams, <br />I got my L.A Dodger fitted on im doin my thing, <br />Got me fuckin wit G-Unit you kno the drama that bring, <br />I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens, <br />And Buck told me in Cashville I´m good when I come through, <br />So i don´t gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo, <br />I´m gangsta more like Deebo when he was Zeus, <br />Play bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice, <br />You niggas is nuts so, i take off ur roof, <br />Leave your ass steched out like a Cadilac Coupe, <br />God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through, <br />I was an OG in the hood before i truned 22, <br />Homie I´ll let the .38 special rip through that vest, <br />And I don´t contemplate whether or not he left that shit on the dresser, <br />Got Compton on my back, <br />Im startin to feel the pressure, <br />I´m lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records <br /> <br />[Chorus x2]
Digite lo que ve en la imagen