SupportSupport
The Game - Born 2 Rap - West Side
Born 2 Rap
Disc 1
01. City of Sin
02. No Smoke
03. Five Hundred Dollar Candles
04. The Light
05. Carmen Electra
06. Dead Homies
07. Gold Daytonas
08. West Side
09. 40 Ounce Love
10. Gucci Flip Flops
Disc 2
01. Born 2 Rap
02. Welcome Home
03. Help Me
04. I Didn’t Wanna Write This Song
05. The Code
06. Stay Down
07. Hug the Block
08. Ask for Me
09. Stainless
10. Gangstas Make the Girls Go Wild
11. Blood Thicker Than Water
12. Rewind II
13. One Life
14. Cross on Jesus Back
15. Roadside
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
Draco, 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)
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)