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