Most niggaz get it confused right? Huh
They think its all chronic and palm trees out this muhfucka
Bitches and bikinis, listen, huh

Some niggaz is better left alone
I place you underneath the very ground you walkin on
And aint no children in this motherfucker, drop your tone
Aint got no business even FUCKIN with no microphones
So yo its me against the world, and aint got shit to lose
My heavy artillery built to make the masses move
I carry tools thatll pick you up and out your shoes
Xzibit bringin new meanin to alcohol abuse
I wanna fall up in the spot where all the bitches at
Holdin somethin heavy to help you straighten out your back
A couple of drinks and I bend you over the kitchen sink
So what you think I owe you somethin bitch for fuckin me?
(BITCH) Get a grip, misery love company, check it
Xzibit show you the difference between real life and makin a record
Makin the moves and connections that you never expected
What good is money and the fame if you never respected?
Check it out


You know, whos runnin these fuckin streets
(You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga)
Dont be actin like your shit dont stink (cmon)
Yall aint fuckin with X
You know, we roll so fuckin deep
(Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)
Cause youre actin like your shit dont stink


Yo, I aint afraid of them fuckin invisible gats
you always bringin out in your raps
My shitll quickly make you fold and collapse
My goal to strictly takin over the map, by any means
Hustle and make more tracks than a her-on fiend
Keep my enemies on a first name basis
and hate them niggaz like a skinhead racist
Chuck Taylors and fat laces
Stompin hoes through yall turf
I hurt worse than actual childbirth
A chick can suck my dick til the big squirt (AH-AHH!)
The song work, so aint no playin wit us
Findin out where you rest your head and Im sprayin it up
The remains thats left behind can probably fit in a cup
You pressin your luck, you makin yourselves easy to touch
Im from the home of the hit em up, only two ways
You droppin some shells or you get em up, back in the days
there was a time there was this woman that I want to keep up
but nowadays when I see you Im just tryin to fuck
so check it out


You know, whos runnin these fuckin streets
(The king of these West coast gangsta beats, niggaz)
Always droppin off nothin but straight heat
so stay the fuck out of the way
You know, we roll so fuckin deep
(Round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)
Cause youre actin like your shit dont stink
Yall aint fuckin with Dre


Thangs just aint the same since he came out
Two thousand and one, came blew the game out
I heard you was hot {*huff*} blew your flame out
And got the nerve to believe you hold the same clout?
I thought I told you, keep my name out of your fuckin mouth
(But Dr. Dre!) See thats exactly what Im talkin bout
That shit right there, thats all day long
Just dont stop, I gots to be alone at the top
Forever ready loaded and locked, with niggaz thatll circle yo block
and let em pop til some bodies get dropped
Its Doc Holiday in the flesh
(Still) hold it down, represent, resurrect the West
(Still) holdin ground, touchin down, with my nigga X
(Still) send a couple through yo chest if you disrespect
Dr. Dre comin back (shit) I never left
The number one ranked highest paid celebrity guest
Thats eight digits, motherfuckers


You know, whos runnin these fuckin streets
(You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga)
Dont be actin like your shit dont stink (cmon)
Yall aint fuckin with X
You know, we roll so fuckin deep
(Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)
Cause youre actin like your shit dont stink (YO)
Yall aint fuckin with X