DJ Kay Slay - Westside Driveby Lyrics
f/ E A Ski, Kam, MC Ren* send corrections to the typist[E A Ski talking]Yay, YayWassup Kay Slay, Its the big homie E A SkiYa know, And I brought some West Coast riders with meThat'll ride on ya ***** assYou got a problem with Kay, You got a problem with us niggaYa know, Got MC Ren and the West Coast KamHey yo Ren spit it[MC Ren]Nigga who tryin to ***** with the Ville'Grab my dick, ***** this trick and slay my scrillSlap the taste right outta ya grillWhen I'm *****in' with Kam and Ski nigga shit is fa realStraight blastin' fools with these West Coast shotsCompton and Watts, My Bay niggaz got glocksNiggaz runnin' an yellin' an screamin' an shit an cussin'Ren smoked a blunt while Ski and Kam was bustin'Now you ***** ass niggaz ain't sayin nothin'When we pull to the curb, Nigga stop gruntin'This West Coast shit, Cant be *****ed withOr duplicated, You *****es can hate itMotha*****in Villian is back with SkiWhile he blast with his back to meWest Coast drive-by, it happens like everyday***** ass motha*****as gettin' chased awayIt go[Chorus: MC Ren]Woop, WoopThats them *****in' policeWoop, WoopThem *****es comin' for meYou know the West gone rideNigga hit'em up*****es run from the drive-byWhen we pass byNiggaWoop, WoopThats them *****in' policeWoop, WoopThem *****es comin' for meYou know the West gone rideNigga hit'em up*****es run from the drive-byWhen we pass by[E A Ski]I've been known for the AK, Glocks, and Tech'sHit ya block up, Leave a nigga soakin' wetSo I'd watch niggaz scatter like roaches with the lights onYou on the block, But you won't make it back homeYou better hope that this bullet got God in it, (Pray)And I miss, When I got my *****in' eye on itAnd I'm shootin' to blow the back and the spine outIt's all real, I would hate for you to find outWho the ***** makes it happenUhh, Its West Side nigga, This drive-by is whats crackin'And the corners is gettin' caught offThe funeral homes is gettin' rich off the costsDogg, Lay you flat downEmpty out the clips 'til you hear the (Click) soundUh-huh, You better know who the ***** you dealin' with, (Who's that)It's Mr. Ski, The West Coast Kill-A-*****[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 endsTryin' to throw strikes at all these redneck white pinsIn the Beamer or the Benz, Wagon or the truck'Til my people delevered, Man I don't give a *****Stay pushin' the line with mineTreat peeps I'm with goodAnti-Hollywood and I keep my shit hoodA true thug, Ya gotta admit itI bail into a club tennis shoes, jeans, white tee and a fittedTryin' 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 *****esSo I just kick back and keep stackin' my richesFocus on my chips and give niggaz real talkSo Bloods can skip to it and the Crips can still walk[Chorus][MC Ren]It goWoop, WoopThats them *****in' policeWoop, WoopThem *****es comin' for meYou know the West gone rideNigga hit'em up*****es run from the drive-byWhen we pass byNigga, When we pass byNigga, When we pass byYou *****es run from the drive-byDrive-by, *****es run from the drive-byDrive-by
