Westside Story Yo-Yo

I never did like a mark
And you can ask my momma, all my niggas 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 fucked 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 shit'll have you pussy whipped
I remember the time my nigga had a G-ride
Looking like the Westside Bonnie & Clyde
Yep it was a Cutlass
And he'll knock your ass 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)