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letra de westside - athlete

[verse 1]

crip n-gg-z, blood n-gg-z, essay’s, asians,
dominicans, puerto ricans, white boyz, jamaicans,
latin kingz, disciples, vicelords, hatians,
all these m-th- f-ckas been patiently waiting,
since the west coast fell off the st–ts been watchin,
the west coast neva fell off i was asleep in compton,
aftermath been here the beats been knockin,
nate dogg doin his thing dpg still poppin,
i got california love f-ckin b-tches to that pop sh-t,
and westside connection been had it locked b-tch,
i’m in the rear view my guns is c-ckin,
i’ll put red dots on that n-gg- head like rodman,
all stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases,
faught that, not guilty im back,
n-gg-s hate me been there, done that, sold crack,
got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on dre’s back, payback,
homie i’ll bring ur ca back,
and i dont do b-tton up shirts or drive maybacks,
all u old record labels tryin to advance,
aftermath b-tch take it like a m-th- f-ckin man,

[chorus x2]

if you take a look in my eyes,
you see i’ll be a gangsta till i die,
that california chronic got me so high,
game tell them where your from,
n-gg- westside!

[verse 2]

i’m lowridin homie, 6 tre impala,
gold d spinnin, chrome hydraulics
run up on my low-low you stop breathin,
hollow tips make n-gg-s dissappear like houdini,
gang bangin is real,
homie im livin proof like snoop dogg c-walkin on top of da
devils roof,
rap critics wanna converse, about this and that,
cuz red strings in this converse and this a dre track,
keep jibberin jabberin i’ll pull a .38 magnum,
and get the clickin and clackin,
you’ll homies will wanna kno what happened,
come to compton and see thriller like mike jackson,
i might be spike lee, of this gun clappin,
prior to rappin i was drug traffic, and
in the dope spot playin john madden,
homie i aint braggin, i took five,
if u wanna die run up on that black 745

[chorus x2]

[verse 3]

new york new york, big city of dreams,
i got my l.a dodger fitted on im doin my thing,
got me f-ckin wit g-unit you kno the drama that bring,
i got n-gg-s in westside compton and southside queens,
and buck told me in cashville i’m good when i come through,
so i don’t gotta tuck in my chain like dj poo,
i’m gangsta more like deebo when he was zeus,
play bishop i paint that picture now who got the juice,
you n-gg-s is nuts so, i take off ur roof,
leave your -ss steched out like a cadilac coupe,
god gotta let me in heaven all the sh-t i been through,
i was an og in the hood before i truned 22,
homie i’ll let the .38 special rip through that vest,
and i kno compton don’t play whether or not he left that sh-t on
the dresser,
got compton on my back,
im startin to feel the pressure,
im lyricly? rappin these dre records

[chorus x2]

- athlete

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