So I say, "Britney, baby let's just slow it on down
You know that you and me could take a spin around town
Just hop into my rover, roll the window down."

(chorus)

Yo it's a west-side night, and I'm feelin' alright
Got Britney down my pants, and my gin and Sprite
Yo it's a west-side night, and I'm feelin' alright
Got Britney down my pants and my gin and Sprite
(end chorus)

And so we're mackin', at every mother f-in light
And I say "Chill bitch, I got some business tonight."
And then I see them in the opposite lane,
That car load of chumps'll know the meaning of pain

(chorus)

So bang bang bang goes my gat into the car,
That's hit number six this week so far.
I know the names, the dirty games,
But tonight their evil will go up in flames.

Yo it's a west-side hit, I got my Mack-10 lit,
Britney get down, you don't wanna see this sh-
Yo it's a west-side hit, I got my Mack-10 lit,
Britney get down, you don't wanna see this sh-

Some be dyin', some be fryin',
and too much circumstance then you'll be cryin',
so don't be cryin', I'm just dyin'
And as this bitch blows up then they will be flyin'

Britney Spears is just laughing as we drive away,
And I know tonight I'm gonna get some play
But if she tries to makes me stay, she can go to hell,
I got another f-in date with Sarah Michelle!