Drive-By

Lyrics for Drive-By

Drive-by, hangin' up out the window, smokin' on the indo Gotta get them fools 'cause they gave the cops a little info Nine on my waistline, I get high, gun on my thigh Ridin' low, scoopin' up niggas in the hood that said they wanna go Gotta roll backstreets, smokin' a junt with my nigga Mac T Al in the backseat, lookin' for niggas we might wanna creep Ridin', blazin', rollin' through Frayser, step to me and we gon' squab Nothin' but some born gangsters hesitate, can't wait to rob Nigga be wonder why Tommy be clicked up but sometimes, mane, that's just the way that I am If you duck you still messed up, that ain't gon' help protect yourself Now it's just you against my gas pedal and my break And since you shot all through Four Corners, this is the last breath you'll take Now you're runnin' through people yards, scared you gon' end up dead Jumpin' gates, but you can't escape this laser infrared Spray your ass, just like they did Ricky on that Boyz In The Hood Fool, 'cause I'm comin' out the sunroof with some fire It's a drive-by (Drive-by) Drive-by, pass the Glock, watch I chop your head off Shoot a trick, 'cause its thick, comin' like a horror flick Get a car, hit LeMoyne, ballin' on expressway, though Cheefin', mane, I'm insane, then we makin' gangster stains Spot a fool, he got a key, hook up on Lakers Street Start the prep-game, fuck with chump change Want your shit, I'm vampin', mane Downtown Bound, that's where I'm found, with a half a pint of Crown Drunk as hell, can't you tell? Them folks see me; I'm goin' to jail Stopped at Tree, get in the ride, see you, trick, I'm outie five Shot that fool in the eye 'cause I did a drive-by Headed to the scene, as I run up in the pathway Cocked my nine Glock, hit 'em off at the alleyway Tommy popped the clip into the chrome plated .44 Keep some extra bullets 'cause you know, we finna get 'em, though Ridin' in the car, flat, paranoid, loced out .30-30 in my hand to run up in a trick house Keep my hooptie on 'cause I'm finna do a drive-by Stain after stain, I'm collectin' my M-O-N-E-Y Sippin' on my brew, as I tamper with my .44 Slowly but surely to get you, trick, and send you to your funeral Bullets to your dome 'cause I'm constantly peelin' caps back Me and my roadie Tommy finna spray these tricks like Cracker Jacks Once again, rollin' in my hooptie, somebody finna die See you, trick, I got to vamp, I'm finna do a drive-by (Get Buck) Duck, nigga, dodge, nigga (Get Buck) Dodge, nigga (Get Buck) Duck, nigga, dodge, nigga (Get Buck) Dodge, nigga (Get Buck) Dodge, nigga, dodge, nigga (Get Buck) Dodge, nigga Rolled down the window and smoke, smoke Rolled down the window and smoke, smoke Rolled down the window and smoke, smoke Rolled down the window and smoke, smoke Rolled down the window and smoke, smoke Rolled down the window and smoke, smoke Rolled down the window and smoke, smoke Rolled down the window and smoke, smoke