DJ Kay Slay - Westside Driveby lyrics

[E A Ski talking] Yay, Yay Wa**up 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 b**h a** You got a problem with Kay, You got a problem with us n***a Ya know, Got MC Ren and the West Coast Kam Hey yo Ren spit it [MC Ren] n***a who tryin to f** with the Ville' Grab my dick, f** this trick and slay my scrill Slap the taste right outta ya grill When I'm f**in' with Kam and Ski n***a sh** is fa real Straight blastin' fools with these West Coast shots Compton and Watts, My Bay n***as got Glocks n***as runnin' an yellin' an screamin' an sh** an cussin' Ren smoked a blunt while Ski and Kam was bustin' Now you b**h a** n***as ain't sayin nothin' When we pull to the curb, n***a stop gruntin' This West Coast sh**, Can't be f**ed with Or duplicated, You b**hes can hate it Mothaf**in Villian is back with Ski While he blast with his back to me West Coast drive-by, it happens like everyday b**h a** mothaf**as gettin' chased away It go [Hook: MC Ren] Woop, Woop Thats them f**in' police Woop, Woop Them b**hes comin' for me You know the West gone ride n***a hit'em up b**hes run from the drive-by When we pa** by n***a Woop, Woop Thats them f**in' police Woop, Woop Them b**hes comin' for me You know the West gone ride n***a hit'em up b**hes run from the drive-by When we pa** by [E A Ski] I've been known for the AK, Glocks, and Tech's Hit ya block up, Leave a n***a soakin' wet So I'd watch n***as 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 f**in' 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 f** makes it happen Uhh, Its West Side n***a, This drive-by is whats 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 f** you dealin' with, (Who's that) It's Mr. Ski, The West Coast k**-A-b**h [Hook] [Kam] n***as 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 f** Stay pushin' the line with mine Treat peeps I'm with good Anti-Hollywood and I keep my sh** 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', Wa**up, I'm sayin' You tryin' to go or what, I mean, You playin' Dyke girls actin' like n***as, n***as actin' like b**hes So I just kick back and keep stackin' my riches Focus on my chips and give n***as real talk So Bloods can skip to it and the Crips can still walk [Hook] [MC Ren] It go Woop, Woop Thats them f**in' police Woop, Woop Them b**hes comin' for me You know the West gone ride n***a hit'em up b**hes run from the drive-by When we pa** by n***a, When we pa** by n***a, When we pa** by You b**hes run from the drive-by Drive-by, b**hes run from the drive-by Drive-by