Dj Kayslay Westside Driveby Lyrics

Westside Driveby Lyrics

f/ E A Ski, Kam, MC Ren







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[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, Cant 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 drive-by, it happens like everyday



Bitch ass mothafuckas gettin' chased away



It go







[Chorus: MC Ren]



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 drive-by



When we pass by



Nigga



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 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 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 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



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 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