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