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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! [x4] Letras de canciones You can run but you can't hide from the Westside [Scratched x2] 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! [x4] You can run but you can't hide from the Westside [Scratched x2] 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! [x4] You can run but you can't hide from the Westside [Scratched x2] 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! From Letras Mania