Текст песни Yo-Yo - Westside Story
Yo-Yo - Westside Story слова песни
I never did like a markAnd you can ask my momma, all my niggas had dramaComing from the W.S., go the lengthAnd doing more dirt than Tide with extra strengthYou can ask the people that I fucked withNot one of them ever got their duck sickPunk, I ain`t gonna blow yaCause the hunt for the Red October is overAnd if I let you slap it, flip, rub itYou`ll love it, my shit`ll have you pussy whippedI remember the time my nigga had a G-rideLooking like the Westside Bonnie & ClydeYep it was a CutlassAnd he`ll knock your ass straigh out like Dick ButkisSo I`m down with the GWhen all those other girls would`ve went out like a bad kneeI never did punkEven with a chicken in the trunk, smelling like skunkAbout to do a drop-offSo he can get some Daytons with the knock-offsAnd if you think I`m slipping you`re trippinYep, I got it going on plus I`m dippinNever did like the marks, cause marks just bore meI`m coming with that Westside Story Throwing up the Westside G-Ride hoo ride! (Repeat 4x) You can run but you can`t hide from the Westside (Scratched 2x)You say you want a gangsta bitch like ApacheYo Yo`s in the house, you can`t match meHuh, whateverSmoking more blunts than Cypress Hill and Cheech & Chong put togetherSee I`m still rolling and I thought you knewThe fuck do I do, the Sherriff, us, or youShit goddamn the man and Yo-Yo never was a fan of Silver BrandI need to retireHe came up to my window and asked "Where`s the fire?"I showed a little thigh, batted my eyeAnd then got away with a few liesAnd when I let my hair blowAll that fool can say is "Drive careful"Never did like a mark, cause marks just bore meI`m coming with a Westside Story Throwing up the Westside G-Ride hoo ride! (Repeat 4x) You can run but you can`t hide from the Westside (Scratched 2x)Now it`s `93 and I`m cruisingMet me a man that`s down with revolutionA G of another typeNot just a nigga trying to get another stripeAnd when we see the cops he put the stare on emWhen every nigga that I know is just scared of emHe don`t want to slap it, flip it, rub itHe just want to check it and protect itAnd when the riots jumped off he showed powerServing more cocktails than happy hourHe told me that the government never was a friend of meBut the real enemySo now I do dirt of a different kindCause now Yo-Yo has got a different mindNever did like a mark, cause marks just bore meI`m coming with a Westside Story Throwing up the Westside G-Ride hoo ride! (Repeat 4x) You can run but you can`t hide from the Westside (Scratched 2x) 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!