(feat. E A Ski, Kam, MC Ren)

[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 (*##$ $$#
You got a problem with Kay, You got a problem with us ^!$$%
Ya know, Got MC Ren and the West Coast Kam

Hey yo Ren spit it

[MC Ren]

^!$$% who tryin to $#&@ with the Ville'
Grab my dick, $#&@ this trick and slay my scrill
Slap the taste right outta ya grill

When I'm $#&@in' with Kam and Ski ^!$$% %#@! is fa real
Straight blastin' fools with these West Coast shots
Compton and Watts, My Bay ^!$$%z got glocks

^!$$%z runnin' an yellin' an screamin' an %#@! an cussin'
Ren smoked a blunt while Ski and Kam was bustin'
Now you (*##$ $$# ^!$$%z ain't sayin nothin'

When we pull to the curb, ^!$$% stop gruntin'
This West Coast %#@!, Cant be $#&@ed with
Or duplicated, You (*##$es can hate it

Motha$#&@in Villian is back with Ski
While he blast with his back to me
West Coast drive-by, it happens like everyday

(*##$ $$# motha$#&@as gettin' chased away
It go


[Chorus: MC Ren]
Woop, Woop
Thats them $#&@in' police

Woop, Woop
Them (*##$es comin' for me
You know the West gone ride

^!$$% hit'em up
(*##$es run from the drive-by
When we pass by

^!$$%
Woop, Woop
Thats them $#&@in' police

Woop, Woop
Them (*##$es comin' for me
You know the West gone ride

^!$$% hit'em up
(*##$es 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 ^!$$% soakin' wet
So I'd watch ^!$$%z 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 $#&@in' 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 $#&@ makes it happen
Uhh, Its West Side ^!$$%, 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 $#&@ you dealin' with, (Who's that)
It's Mr. Ski, The West Coast Kill-A-(*##$


[Chorus]


[Kam]
^!$$%z 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 $#&@
Stay pushin' the line with mine
Treat peeps I'm with good

Anti-Hollywood and I keep my %#@! 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'

!#!& girls actin' like ^!$$%s, ^!$$%z actin' like (*##$es
So I just kick back and keep stackin' my riches
Focus on my chips and give ^!$$%z real talk
So Bloods can skip to it and the Crips can still walk


[Chorus]

[MC Ren]
It go
Woop, Woop

Thats them $#&@in' police
Woop, Woop
Them (*##$es comin' for me
You know the West gone ride
^!$$% hit'em up
(*##$es run from the drive-by

When we pass by
^!$$%, When we pass by
^!$$%, When we pass by
You (*##$es run from the drive-by
Drive-by, (*##$es run from the drive-by
Drive-by