Yay, yay, wassup Kayslay?
It's 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
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' and yellin' and screamin' and shit and 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' Villian is back with Ski
While he blast with his back to me
West Coast driveby, it happens like everyday
Bitch ass mothafuckas gettin' chased away, 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 driveby 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 driveby when we pass by
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?
Uh, it's West Side, nigga, this driveby 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 Killa, bitch
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 driveby, 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 driveby, when we pass by
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 bowlin', 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 delivered, 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
Woop, woop, thats them fuckin' police
Woop, woop, them bitches comin' for me
You know the West gone ride, nigga, hit 'em up
Bitches run from the driveby, 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 driveby, when we pass by
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 driveby
When we pass by, nigga, when we pass by
Nigga when we pass by
You bitches run from the driveby
Driveby, bitches run from the driveby
Driveby

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