[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