Driveby Miss Daisy Lyrics - Singles - Compton's Most Wanted

Picture a nigga on the warpath 

And he'll spread terror through the city 

And leave a trail of blood baths 

And to those that know, he's not a phony 

But tonight he'll get his vengence on the fool 

Who killed his homey 

Don't give a fuck, he'll take you smooth on out 

'Cause the hood is where it's good is what its about 

Geah, don't wanna squable, through down or even kick him 

Just pull the fucking trigger 'cause to him your just a victim 

Jumped in the car, ash traces of dub 

Hit a couple of corners and pulls up at the bud 

Spot where it's hot, yeah boy he knows it 

But before he does the killing, he's got to get loaded 

Throws up the set, then he bones out quick 

Then he spits at a bitch just for riding his dick 

Now he's at the curb and yeah he gots the feeling 

He tells his homey, "G, let's get ready for the killing" 

Little did he know Miss. Daisy's in the kitchen 

Standing cooking chicken, 9 started clicking 

Ran up to the back of the house like releigh races 

Just like a train robbery, bandanas on their faces 

He heres this fucking little voice in his brain 

And its saying don't kill, we're all in the same gang 

He tells it back, that ain't the gang I'm in 

Because the gang I'm in is like in it to win 

So he killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop 

Ran through the rooms and went pop pop pop 

The explenation for this, he must was crazy 

I guess that's why he had to drive by Miss. Daisy 

And now the driveby, say hello to my little friend 

You die, mutherfucker 

Check out the high rolling, young balling, pimp mack, daddy 

Drive a 190E, ain't got no time for a caddy 

He got snaps because he jacked a nigga 

But he fucked up smooth and didn't pull the trigger 

Now there's a contract for your head on a platter 

If there's somebody with you they'll kill them too it don't matter 

Now your laying low at your girlfriend's crib 

And your thinking of the shiesty shit that you did 

Now you got balls and you pull another jack 

Another and another, your pockets on fat 

Dont give a fuck if he spends time in jail 

Just load up the 9 with the hollow point shells 

So nows he's on a mission, to kill or be killed 

Since somebody's got to do it and the shoes are to be filled 

So now it's 12 o'clock and it's time for a jack 

Not even thinking it was time for payback 

And yeah, you spot a fool who'll get the rag pack 

Rolling close behind while you blase a 20 sack 

He stops at a light on Elandra and Central 

Jump the fuck out put the gun to the window, it's kinda simple 

But you know how it deal and what the fuck was in store 

It was the same punk who you tried to jack before 

And he won't give up shit, point blank hesitation 

Innocent Miss. Daisy at the mobile gas station 

His 9 went click, your 9 went clack 

Miss. Daisy tried to run but got a shell in her back 

The explanation for this he must was crazy 

I guess that's why he had to driveby Miss. Daisy 

And now the driveby, I'm gonna get you mutherfucker 

Say hello to my little friend, so long, have a good trip 

You die mutherfucker