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
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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