Laylaw - Westside Story lyrics

I never did like a mark And you can ask my momma, all my n***as had drama Coming from the W.S., go the length And doing more dirt than Tide with extra strength You can ask the people that I f**ed with Not one of them ever got their duck sick Punk, I ain't gonna blow ya Cause The Hunt for the Red October is over And if I let you slap it, flip, rub it You'll love it, my sh**'ll have you p**y whipped I remember the time my n***a had a G-ride Looking like the Westside Bonnie & Clyde Yep it was a Cutla** And he'll knock your a** straight out like Dick Butkis So I'm down with the G When all those other girls would've went out like a bad knee I never did, punk Even with a chicken in the trunk, smelling like skunk About to do a drop-off So he can go get some Daytons with the knock-offs And if you think I'm slippin' you're trippin' Yep, I got it going on plus I'm dippin' Never did like the marks, cause marks just bore me I'm coming with that Westside Story [hook] (Throwing up the Westside G-Ride hoo ride!) (You can run but you can't hide from the Westside) You say you want a gangsta b**h like Apache Yo Yo's in the house, you can't match me Huh, whatever Smoking more blunts than Cypress Hill and Cheech & Chong put together See I'm still rolling and I thought you knew What the f** do I do, the Sherriff, us, or you sh** goddamn the man and Yo-Yo never was a fan of Silver Brand I need to retire He came up to my window and asked "Where's the fire?" I showed a little thigh, batted my eye And then got away with a few lies And when I let my hair blow All that fool can say is "Drive careful" Never did like a mark, cause marks just bore me I'm coming with a Westside Story [hook] Now it's '93 and I'm cruisin' Met me a man that's down with revolution A G of another type Not just a n***a trying to get another stripe And when he see the cops he put the stare on em When every n***a that I know is just scared of 'em He don't want to slap it, flip it, rub it He just want to check it and protect it And when the riots jumped off he showed power Serving more co*ktails than happy hour He told me that the government never was a friend of me But the real enemy So now I do dirt of a different kind Cause now Yo-Yo has got a different mind Never did like a mark, cause marks just bore me I'm coming with a Westside Story [hook] [outro] Throwing up the Westside G-Ride hoo ride! Throwing up the Eastside G-Ride hoo ride! Throwing up the Northside G-Ride hoo ride! Throwing up the Southside G-Ride hoo ride!