Westside Driveby

feat. E A Ski, Kam, MC Ren [E A Ski talking] Yay, Yay Wassup Kay Slay, Its the big homie E A Ski Ya know, And I brought some West Coast riders with me That'll ride on ya bitch ass You got a problem with Kay, You got a problem with us nigga Ya know, Got MC Ren and the West Coast Kam Hey yo Ren spit it [MC Ren] Nigga who tryin to fuck with the Ville' Grab my dick, Fuck this trick and slay my scrill Slap the taste right outta ya grill When I'm fuckin' with Kam and Ski nigga shit is fa real Straight blastin' fools with these West Coast shots Compton and Watts, My Bay niggaz got glocks Niggaz runnin' an yellin' an screamin' an shit an cussin' Ren smoked a blunt while Ski and Kam was bustin' Now you bitch ass niggaz ain't sayin nothin' When we pull to the curb, Nigga stop gruntin' This West Coast shit, can't be fucked with Or duplicated, You bitches can hate it Mothafuckin villain is back with Ski While he blast with his back to me West Coast drive-by, it happens like everyday Bitch ass mothafuckas gettin' chased away It go [Chorus: MC Ren] Woop, Woop that's them fuckin' police Woop, Woop Them bitches comin' for me You know the West gone ride Nigga hit'em up Bitches run from the drive-by When we pass by Nigga Woop, Woop that's them fuckin' police Woop, Woop Them bitches comin' for me You know the West gone ride Nigga hit'em up Bitches run from the drive-by When we pass by [E A Ski] I've been known for the AK, Glocks, and Tech's Hit ya block up, Leave a nigga soakin' wet So I'd watch niggaz scatter like roaches with the lights on You on the block, But you won't make it back home You better hope that this bullet got God in it, (Pray) And I miss, When I got my fuckin' eye on it And I'm shootin' to blow the back and the spine out It's all real, I would hate for you to find out Who the fuck makes it happen Uhh, Its West Side nigga, This drive-by is what's crackin' And the corners is gettin' caught off The funeral homes is gettin' rich off the costs Dogg, Lay you flat down Empty out the clips 'til you hear the (Click) sound Uh-huh, You better know who the fuck you dealin' with, (Who's that) It's Mr. Ski, The West Coast Kill-A-Bitch [Chorus] [Kam] Niggaz hate me for the bank I'm foldin' The rank I'm holdin' The dank I'm polin' They just hate to see a gangsta rollin' I gutter ball like I'm bowling, Collectin' my ends Tryin' to throw strikes at all these redneck white pins In the Beamer or the Benz, Wagon or the truck 'Til my people delevered, Man I don't give a fuck Stay pushin' the line with mine Treat peeps I'm with good Anti-Hollywood and I keep my shit hood A true thug, Ya gotta admit it I bail into a club tennis shoes, jeans, white tee and a fitted Tryin' to get it crackin', Wassup, I'm sayin' You tryin' to go or what, I mean, You playin' Dyke girls actin' like niggas, Niggaz actin' like bitches So I just kick back and keep stackin' my riches Focus on my chips and give niggaz real talk So Bloods can skip to it and the Crips can still walk [Chorus] [MC Ren] It go Woop, Woop that's them fuckin' police Woop, Woop Them bitches comin' for me You know the West gone ride Nigga hit'em up Bitches run from the drive-by When we pass by Nigga, When we pass by Nigga, When we pass by You bitches run from the drive-by Drive-by, Bitches run from the drive-by Drive-by