feat. Snoop Dogg
  
   [Intro: 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
  
   [Verse 1: The Game]
   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 still 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 cocking
   I put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman
   All Star, 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 mu'fuckin man
  
   [Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
   If you see the look in my eyes, you see I be a gangsta till I die
   That California chronic got me so high
   Game tell 'em where you from nigga Westside!!!!
   If you see the look in my eyes, you see I be a gangsta till I die
   That California chronic got me so high
   Game tell 'em where you from nigga Westside!!!!
  
   [Verse 2: The Game]
   I'm low ridin homey, six trey Impala
   Gold D's spinnin, chrome hydraulics
   Run up on my LoLo, you stop breathin
   Hollow tips make niggaz disappear like Houdini
   Gang bangin is real, homey I'm livinproof
   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 the clickin and clackin your homeys 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 seven forty five
  
   [Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
   If you see the look in my eyes, you see I be a gangsta till I die
   That California chronic got me so high
   Game tell 'em where you from nigga Westside!!!!
   If you see the look in my eyes, you see I be a gangsta till I die
   That California chronic got me so high
   Game tell 'em where you from nigga Westside!!!!
  
   [Verse 3: 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 thirty eight special ripped through that vest
   And I don't contemplate whether or not he left 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
  
   Bubblegoose (Bakin' Cake Version)