The Game - West Side (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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The Game - West Side (en) Lyrics
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Step off the porch, rag hangin', West
Side, that's what we bangin'
Crucifix swingin' off my t-shirt,
twistin' my fingers
Impala Off-White, ski mask all black
ADIDAS tracksuit, drawstrings,
Chokin' the MAC
Got a couple bullets in it, gangstas
slide in the rented
Dumpin' out the window, fuck the
world and everything in it
I'm a West Side nigga, ego
trippin' and walkin' fast
Listenin' so we talkin' in
codes to keep 'em off us
Dre gon' tote it, thirty-six shots
Don Julio got me loaded,
don't think I'm not
Go mob on niggas, mob figures,
mob triggers
Don't get your punk ass killed
on Instagram Live, nigga
My niggas rob niggas, bury you alive
Let the bullets live inside niggas,
ain't nowhere to hide
It's survival of the fittest, boy,
you fuckin' with the realest
Glock nine, blue steel, holster
wrap the chinchilla
West Side, West Side (West
Side, West Side)
Ain't no S on my chest, just
the West on my back
Born in trenches with the crack,
swallow dope, shit the sack
If you frontin' it, come back,
if I front, you bring it back
Turn a bird to a Benz, park
a Benz by the trap
Let 'em raid, we gon' flush, if
you snitchin', you get touched
Tell my mama I'm on the
run, not givin' a fuck
Who want what? I put a team
together, smash out
Set you up, send a bitch
over with her ass out
In California, we got them
pictures niggas map out
In California, we turn a mansion
to a stash house
I fuck around and leave a dub
and they O.D. tonight
You in good hands, you know the
Bloods gon' treat you right
Ain't tryna be your man, no, I don't
trust 'em, I just beat it right
Gotta put her in a Uber just
so I could sleep at night
Never stop bangin', nigga, you
know it's still Cedar, right?
After this album, nigga, I gotta
raise the feature price
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