Yo-Yo Lyrics

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Westside Story Lyrics

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!