x] drugs-n-alkahol baby! ahhh![s] uhh.. mm that's funky.. ohh![xzibit]Huh, i'm mr. what-the-fuck-you-lookin-atI'm mr. quick-to-run-and-get-the-gatTreat you like the hoosd like a diplomatXzibit used to push a 'llac, now i'm range rovin'Takin over never sober, bear witness like jehovahEnemies fall like octoberRestless standin tall like a soldierWe thick like the first motorola brick cellular phonesCut to the bone, celebratin dre dayLove it or leave it alone (ha hah)Just consider me the heir to the throneThe lifestyle of the savage and well known protectin my ownsRolling stone bringin it home, time for transitionDon't talk too loud, you might find yourself missinLook into my eyes, all you see is will to surviveBy any means, retreatin to the phillipinesTo meditate, liftin train like a heavyweightHit 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 upAll.. these snoop dogg haters need to slow up, sho' nuffKnow what? x, the game is gettin sewn up
But i'm speedin 'em up and leavin 'emI'm buckin 'em til they bleedin bruhHold up, fuck that, you tryin to get swoll upBy the mic controller, clip reloaderFrozen exposure, condos of a composerSick like a bowl-of, a bowl of deez nutsFuck him up, cross him out, then toss him outWith the stamp on his head, nigga dogghouseNigga i'm universal crackin down south (ya heard?)Poppin my collar with my dick in your girl's mouth, ha haYou act like you a dude you get smashed onFull out my bitches with your fucked up attitudeNappy-head hoes, worse than bitch niggazI treat 'em all the same, bitch check yo' game![chorus][xzibit]With the flick of a wrist, send you deep into the abyssI don't pop cryst', but will pop a nigga with thisMade my way to the top of the list, raised your fifthAnything to keep it movin make it harder to hit
We survive when you thought we was finished and doneLookin over my cold shoulder is attila the hunThe gatling gun, guillotine, don king's american dreamSince sixteen, shoulda been a marineMakin the whole scene collapse, millenium rapsWhy fight for scraps, relax and take the whole plate witchaThe penny pitcher |
with a whole lot of come and get yaYou gettin my picture or do i have to let 'em hit ya? huahh!Feel the adrenaline rush whenever i bustGot eyes in back of my headThe people the i trust is just like meFull of spite with very large appetitesI'm too complex to break down in black and white[chorus][snoop dogg](ah-ahhh!) niggaz, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, ahhhYes.. x to the z, d-o-double-to-the-motherfuckin-g, oooh-wee!Ahh.. this shit funky right here my niggaYeah, +open bar+ nigga, we gettin fucked upThree four in the morning, ain't no time limitsHuh huh, you ain't tryin to hotbox with us niggaRoll some x, y'know!Ahh.. niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitchesNiggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitchesNiggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitchesNiggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitchesNiggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitchesNiggaz, bitches, niggaz, it's all the same though |
