Uhh.. mm that's funky.. ohh! [Xzibit] Huh,
I'm Mr. What-The-Fuck-You-Lookin-At I'm
Mr. Quick-To-Run-And-Get-The-Gat Treat
you like the hoosd like a diplomat Xzibit
used to push a 'llac, now I'm Range
Rovin' Takin over never sober, bear
witness like Jehovah Enemies fall
like October Restless standin tall
like a soldier We thick like the
first Motorola brick cellular phones cut
to the bone, celebratin "Dre Day" Love
it or leave it alone (ha hah) Just
consider me the heir to the throne The
lifestyle of the savage and well
known protectin my owns Rolling
stone bringin it home, time for transition Don't
talk too loud, you might find yourself
missin Look into my eyes, all you
see is will to survive by any means,
retreatin to the Phillipines to
meditate, liftin train like a heavyweight Hit
you and run with a California license
plate [Chorus: Xzibit + Snoop] [X]
When y'all niggaz stop actin like
bitches [X] bitches stop actin like
niggaz we can all clock figures [S]
Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick [S]
They all on my dick, FUCK THAT SHIT! [X]
When y'all bitches stop actin like
niggaz [X] niggaz stop actin like
bitches we can all get riches [S]
Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick [S]
FUCK THAT SHIT! We can all get rich! [Snoop
Dogg] Doggy Dogg is bout to blow
up All.. these Snoop Dogg haters
need to slow up, sho' nuff Know
what? X, the game is gettin sewn
up but I'm speedin 'em up and leavin
'em I'm buckin 'em til they bleedin
bruh Hold up, FUCK THAT, you tryin
to get swoll up by the mic controller,
clip reloader Frozen exposure, condos
of a composer Sick like a bowl-of,
a bowl of deez nuts Fuck him up,
cross him out, then toss him out With
the stamp on his head, nigga Dogghouse Nigga
I'm universal crackin Down South
(ya heard?) Poppin my collar with
my dick in your girl's mouth, ha
ha You act like you a dude you get
smashed on Full out my bitches with
your fucked up attitude Nappy-head
hoes, worse than bitch niggaz I
treat 'em all the same, bitch check
yo' game! [Chorus] [Xzibit] With
the flick of a wrist, send you deep
into the abyss I don't pop Cryst',
but will pop a nigga with this Made
my way to the top of the list, raised
your fifth Anything to keep it movin
make it harder to hit We survive
when you thought we was finished
and done Lookin over my cold shoulder
is Attila the Hun The gatling gun,
guillotine, Don King's American Dream Since
sixteen, shoulda been a marine Makin
the whole scene collapse, millenium
raps Why fight for scraps, relax
and take the whole plate witcha The
penny pitcher with a whole lot of
come and get ya You gettin my picture
or do I have to let 'em hit ya? HUAHH! Feel
the adrenaline rush whenever I bust Got
eyes in back of my head The people
the I trust is just like me Full
of spite with very large appetites I'm
too complex to break down in black
and white [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] (AH-AHHH!)
Niggaz, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
yeah, ahhh Yes.. X to the Z, D-O-double-to-the-motherfuckin-
G,
OOOH-WEE! Ahh.. this shit funky
right here my nigga Yeah, +Open
Bar+ nigga, we gettin fucked up Three
four in the morning, ain't no time
limits Huh huh, you ain't tryin
to hotbox with us nigga Roll some
X, y'know! Ahh.. niggaz, bitches,
niggaz, bitches Niggaz, bitches,
niggaz, bitches Niggaz, bitches,
niggaz, bitches Niggaz, bitches,
niggaz, bitches Niggaz, bitches,
niggaz, bitches Niggaz, bitches,
niggaz, it's all the same though