Yeah, time to bring yo' ass to the table, y'all It's X to the Z Xzibit, yeah, Snoop double D, uh, O.G. (Where you at?, West coast, Los Angeles) What, bringin' it live, with Dr. Dre, what? Throwin' up a big ass W, coverin' up the world right? Yeah, 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 Fuck the nonsense, terrorist, hidden bomb shit 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 niggaz 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 fuckin' around With the Sun dance 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 Sound Scan All I wanna be was a G, ha My whole life, nigga please, ha Breakin' off these motherfuckin' keys, ha Let's get these motherfuckin' G's, ha Nigga, you don't wanna fuck with this Hmm, aww nah, big Snoop Dogg Back up in the hee zee, bay, bay You jockin' my style, you so crazy Dre say, ain't no limit to this As long as we drop gangsta shit Look here bitch, you fine and I dig your style Come fuck with a nigga, do it Doggy style I'll be gentle, sentimental Shit, we fucked in the rental Lincoln, Continental Hmm, coast to coast, L.A. to Chicago (Yeah nigga, you know what's happenin' man) I get this pussy everywhere that I go (These bitches know what time it is) Ask the bitches in your hood 'cause they know (Hell yeah, hoes know about a nigga like me man) I get the pussy everywhere that I go (I pimp these hoes, nigga, ha ha) Ask the bitches in your hood 'cause they know Bitch please, get down on your god damn knees For this money chronic clothes and weed (Look) You fuckin' with some real O.G's, bitch, please Bitch please, get down on your motherfuckin' knees We came to get the motherfuckin' G's Yeah, you fuckin' with some real O.G's, you dick tease Bitch, please, now what you need to do is Hem my coat and roll me some dough (F'real) Different strokes for different folks (Uh-huh) Oh, you like settin' niggaz up and gettin them loc's A cute lil' bitch with a whole lotta heart Shit 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 nigga like me, shit, 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 nigga like me (Wha's happenin'?) To take that chance and rob yo' man and beat up the pussy 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 bitch and take her money fo' sho (Fo' sho) I get the money everywhere that I go (I go) I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho (Fo' sho) Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, you don't wanna step to me Still claimin' D.P.G. 'til the day I D I E Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, you don't wanna step to me Still claimin' D.P.G. 'til the day I D I E Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, you don't wanna step to me Still claimin' D.P.G. 'til the day I D I E Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, you don't wanna step to me Still claimin' D.P.G. 'til the day I D I E © MY OWN CHIT MUSIC; AIN'T NOTHING BUT FUNKIN' MUSIC; HARD WORKING BLACK FOLKS INC; WB MUSIC CORP.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com