West Side Story
Game & 50 Cent Lyrics
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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
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)
West side, west side (West side, west side)
West side, west side (West side, west side)
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
West side, west side (West side, west side)
West side, west side (West side, west side)
West side, west side (West side, west side)
West side, west side (West side, west side)
These lyrics come from the song "West Side Story" by Game and 50 Cent. The song specifically focuses on the West Side of Los Angeles, California, and the street life and gang culture associated with it.
The opening lines set the tone, with references to gang affiliation and the act of "banging." It establishes a sense of pride and loyalty to the West Side. The lyrics also mention specific visual elements that represent the West Side lifestyle, such as a rag hanging, a crucifix necklace, and a ski mask. These details help paint a vivid picture of the gang imagery and street fashion associated with the West Side.
The lyrics continue to describe the presence of violence and danger in this environment. The artists speak about carrying a gun with bullets, ready to defend themselves and engage in criminal activities. There's a sense of paranoia, as they mention talking in coded language to avoid drawing attention from law enforcement.
The chorus repeats the phrase "West side, west side," emphasizing and reiterating the loyalty and identity of these artists with the West Side.
The second verse focuses on the experiences and struggles of living on the West Side. The lyrics mention the presence of drugs, indicating a life woven with addiction and crime. They discuss the need to be cautious and on guard, as snitches and informants can bring trouble. The artists also touch on the theme of survival, expressing the idea that only the strongest and most ruthless can thrive in this environment.
The lyrics display an unapologetic and aggressive attitude. There is a sense of self-reliance and independence, with the artists showing a disregard for authority and asserting their power. They mention manipulating others and using women to their advantage, further highlighting the harsh reality of their lifestyle.
Overall, "West Side Story" portrays the West Side of Los Angeles as a dangerous and unforgiving place, where survival is dependent on toughness and street smarts. The lyrics reflect the artists' pride in their gang affiliation and their willingness to engage in criminal activities to protect their territorial identity.
Line by Line Meaning
Step off the porch, rag hangin', West Side, that's what we bangin'
Leaving my comfort zone with my gang affiliation, proudly representing the West Side
Crucifix swingin' off my t-shirt, twistin' my fingers
Displaying religious symbols and making hand gestures to symbolize my allegiance
Impala Off-White, ski mask all black
Driving a white Impala with a black ski mask on, ready for any situation
Adidas tracksuit, drawstrings, chokin' the MAC
Wearing an Adidas tracksuit while the drawstrings tighten around my firearm, a MAC-10
Got a couple bullets in it, gangstas slide in the rented
The gun is loaded, and gang members ride in the rented car
Dumpin' out the window, fuck the world and everything in it
Shooting out of the car window, expressing disregard for the world and everything in it
I'm a west side nigga, ego trippin' and walkin' fast
Identifying as a proud West Side individual, feeling confident and walking with a purpose
Listenin' so we talkin' in codes to keep 'em off us
Communicating in coded language to avoid detection by authorities
Draco, tote it, 36 shots
Carrying a powerful firearm, capable of firing 36 rounds
Don Julio got me loaded, don't think I'm not
Being intoxicated with Don Julio alcohol, making it clear that I am
Go mob on niggas, mob figures, mob triggers
Engaging in aggressive actions with a group of fellow gang members, emphasizing our authority and ability to cause harm
Don't get your punk ass killed on Instagram Live, nigga
Warning others not to put themselves in danger by broadcasting reckless behavior on Instagram Live
My niggas rob niggas, bury you alive
My gang members commit robberies and even have the capability to kill and bury their victims
Let the bullets live inside niggas, ain't nowhere to hide
Allowing the bullets to remain inside our enemies, leaving them with no safe place to hide
It's survival of the fittest, boy, you fuckin' with the realest
In this dangerous environment, only the strongest individuals survive, and you are provoking the most genuine and dangerous ones
Glock nine, blue steel, holster wrap the chinchilla
Carrying a Glock 9mm handgun with a blue steel finish and a holster wrapped in chinchilla fur, showcasing extravagance mixed with ruthlessness
Ain't no S on my chest, just the west on my back
I don't claim to be a superhero (like Superman with an 'S' on his chest), but I proudly represent the West Side on my back
Born in trenches with the crack, swallow dope, shit the sack
Growing up in poverty-stricken neighborhoods involved in the drug trade, swallowing drugs and excreting them for smuggling purposes
If you frontin' it, come back, if I front, you bring it back
If you falsely claim to possess something valuable, you'll have to prove it, and if I provide something, you must reciprocate
Turn a bird to a Benz, park a Benz by the trap
Transforming a drug shipment into a luxury car, parking it near the location where drugs are sold
Let 'em raid, we gon' flush, if you snitchin', you get touched
If the authorities conduct a raid, we will dispose of any evidence quickly, and if you cooperate with law enforcement, you will face consequences
Tell my mama I'm on the run, not givin' a fuck
Informing my mother that I am evading law enforcement and not caring about the consequences
Who want what? I put a team together, smash out
Challenging anyone who dares to oppose us by assembling a group ready to engage and eliminate opposition
Set you up, send a bitch over with her ass out
Planning a scheme to deceive and manipulate others, using a woman to distract with her provocative appearance
In California, we got them pictures niggas map out
In California, we possess detailed plans and diagrams of locations valuable to us
In California, we turn a mansion to a stash house
In California, we convert luxurious mansions into secret locations for storing illegal substances or goods
I fuck around and leave a dub and they O.D. tonight
Engaging in risky behaviors that may lead to someone consuming a fatal drug overdose as a result of my actions
You in good hands, you know the Bloods gon' treat you right
If you are associated with our gang, you can trust that the Bloods will take care of you
Ain't tryna be your man, no, I don't trust 'em, I just beat it right
I am not interested in forming meaningful relationships, as I do not trust others, only seeking casual encounters
Gotta put her in a Uber just so I could sleep at night
Ensuring the safety of the woman I am with by arranging for her transportation, allowing me to rest without worry
Never stop bangin', nigga, you know it's still Cedar, right?
Continuing to engage in gang activities without ceasing, reminding others that the West Side (Cedar) is still active
After this album, nigga, I gotta raise the feature price
Following the release of this album, I will increase my fee for collaborating on songs with other artists
West side, west side (West side, west side)
Repeating the phrase to emphasize the affiliation and loyalty to the West Side
West side, west side (West side, west side)
Repeating the phrase to emphasize the affiliation and loyalty to the West Side
West side, west side (West side, west side)
Repeating the phrase to emphasize the affiliation and loyalty to the West Side
West side, west side (West side, west side)
Repeating the phrase to emphasize the affiliation and loyalty to the West Side
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Jayceon Taylor
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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[Lyrics]
[Intro: The Game]
Crip niggas, Blood niggas, eses, 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 watching
The West Coast never fell off, I was 'sleep in Compton
Aftermath been here, the beats been knocking
Nate Dogg doing his thing, DPG still popping
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 a nigga head like Rodman
All Stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases
Fought that, not guilty, I'm back, niggas hate me
Been there, done that, sold crack, got jacked
Got shot, came back, jumped on Dre's back
Payback, homie, I'm bringing C.A. back
And I don't do button-up shirts or drive Maybachs
All you old record labels tryna advance
Aftermath bitch, take it like a motherfucking man
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If you take a look in my eyes
See I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game, tell 'em where you from (Nigga, Westside!)
If you take a look in my eyes
See I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from (Nigga, Westside!)
[Verse 2: The Game]
I'm low-riding, homie, six-trey Impala
Gold Ds spinning, chrome hydraulics
Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathing
Hollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini
Gangbanging is real, homie, I'm living proof
Like Snoop Dogg C-walking 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 jibbing and jabbing, I pull the .38 Magnum
Magnum and get to clickin' and clacking
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 rapping, I was drug trafficking
In the dope spot, playing John Madden
Homie, I ain't bragging, I took five
You wanna die? Run up on that black 7-45
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If you take a look in my eyes
See I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game, tell 'em where you from (Nigga, Westside!)
If you take a look in my eyes
See I'll be a gangsta 'til 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 doing my thing
Got me fucking with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring
I got niggas 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 Deebo when he was Zeus
Play Bishop, I paint that picture, now, who got the juice?
You niggas is Nutso, I'll take off your roof
Leave your 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
Homie, I let the .38 special rip through that vest
And I don't contemplate whether not he left his shit on the dresser
Got Compton on my back, I'm starting to feel the pressure
I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre records
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If you take a look in my eyes
See I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game, tell 'em where you from (Nigga, Westside!)
If you take a look in my eyes
See I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from (Nigga, Westside!)
@JohnGodwin
This is a classic album. If 50 and Game could've mended their relationship, they'd have been one of the all time GOAT duos right next to Mobb, Red & Meth, and Gangstarr..
@malcolmbeuka1306
Too bad
@brodyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
outkast is the goat rap duo
@alexalexisalexy
@@brodyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy LOL, no it's not. IT has one of the GOAT lyricists, but it's by no means the best duo. Not even close.
@defguy25
I still consider game and 50 to be one of the GOAT duos even though it was short lived
@jxrs7538
Still bumping it to this day, grew up hearing this as a kid because my brother and sister were in their prime when this dropped. Regardless it’s a hard beat and I wish game and 50 could make another one like this.
@youngtrezure1362
2021 version of this song https://youtu.be/FzjUpOhbuwc
@midnightmadness7048
Here 1hr before 2022
@Treasuure
One of the hardest beats ever produced
@strix50
+Tee Nasty If not the hardest