[Xzibit]
Yeah.. time to bring yo' a** to the table y'all
It's X to the Z Xzibit, yeah (Where you at?)
Snoop double-D, uh, O.G. (West coast, Los Angeles)
What, bringin it live, with Dr. Dre, what?
{*Xzibit makes the "Ghetto Bird" sound*}
Throwin up a BIG-ASS W, coverin up the world right?
YEAHHH! Hah, listen look
You ain't tryin to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Goin down by the second round, all hail the underground
How dat sound? Xzibit backin down from a conflict
F**k the nonsense, terrorist, hidden bomb s**t
Glass and metal in every direction
Innocent bystanders taught a very hard lesson
I'm the reason there's no time to reach for that weapon
and reason why n****z with problems keep on steppin
Xzibit ready to scrap, like Mike Tyson with his license back
Nine to five, minimum wage, what type of life is that
for me? It's blasphemy, you f**kin around
with the Sundance Kid and Butch Cassidy
You had the audacity to wanna tangle with the X
Strangle your neck, slap you like the opposite sex
Drunk drivin tryin to stack my loot
While other rappers gettin "Treated Like a Prostitute"
So check the SoundScan
Chorus One: Snoop Dogg
All I wanna be was a G, ha
My whole life, n**** please, ha
Breakin off these motherf**kin keys, ha
Let's get these motherf**kin G's, ha
N**** you don't wanna f**k with this..
[Snoop Dogg]
Hmm.. aww nah, big Snoop Dogg
Back up in the heezee bay-bay
You jockin my style, "You so cra-zy"
Dre say, ain't +No Limit+ to this
As long as we drop gangsta s**t
Look here b****, you fine and I dig your style
Come f**k with a n****, do it +Doggystyle+
I'll be gentle, sentimental
S**t, we f**ked in the rental
Lincoln, Continental
Hmm, coast to coast, L.A. to Chicago
(Yeah n**** you know what's happenin man)
I get this p***y everywhere that I go
(These b****es know what time it is)
Ask the b****es in your hood cause they know
(Hell yeah, hoes know about a n**** like me MAN)
I get the p***y everywhere that I go
(I pimp these hoes, n****, ha ha)
Ask the b****es in your hood cause they know
Chorus Two: Xzibit
B**** please, get down on your god damn knees
For this money chronic clothes and weed (look)
You f**kin with some real O.G's
B**** please
B**** please, get down on your motherf**kin knees
We came to get the motherf**kin G's
Yeah, you f**kin' with some real O.G's
You d***-tease!
[Snoop Dogg]
B****, please! Now what you need to do is
Hem my coat, and roll me some dough (f'real)
Different strokes (uh-huh) for different folks
Oh, you like settin n****z up and gettin them loc's
A cute lil' b**** with a whole lotta heart
S**t gets thick when the light gets dark
She say she gots a lick for me (well hook it up)
Worth about, two hundred G's and thirty keys
Now check this out Dre, now if I don't move
Then a n**** like me, s**t I don't lose
But you know me, Dogg I'm movin
Ain't nuttin to it, but to get to groovin
You been, waitin on a n**** like me (whas' happenin)
to take that chance and rob yo' man and beat up the p****
A victim of the circumstance (yeah right)
That's the devil, they always wanna dance
See we go out with a bang (bang BANG!)
I'm tryin to work this cold thang, and take this whole thang
I get the money everywhere that I go (I go)
I bust a b**** and take her money fo' sho (fo' sho)
I get the money everywhere that I go (I go)
I bust a b**** and take her money fo' sho (fo' sho)
Outro: Nate Dogg (repeat 4X to fade)
Aiyyo.. aiyyo aiyyo; you don't wanna step to me
Still claimin D.P.G. - til the day I D-I-E |
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