Westside Story lyrics

Artist  : Yo-yo 
Song : Westside Story



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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 straigh 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 get some Daytons with the knock-offs



And if you think I'm slipping 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







	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 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



The fuck do I do, the Sherriff, us, or you



Shit 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







	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 cruising



Met me a man that's down with revolution



A G of another type



Not just a nigga trying to get another stripe



And when we see the cops he put the stare on
em



When every nigga 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 cocktails 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







	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!