Most niggaz get it confused right
Huh
They think it's all chronic
And palm trees out this muh'f**ka
Bitches and bikinis
Listen
Huh
Some niggaz is better left alone
I place you underneath
The very ground you walkin on
And ain't no children in this motherf**ker
Drop your tone
Ain't got no business even F**KIN
With no microphones
So yo it's me against the world
And ain't got shit to lose
My heavy artillery built to
Make the masses move
I carry tools
That'll 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 b***h for f**kin me
b***h 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
Who's runnin these f**kin streets
You get involved
You gettin slapped with the heat n***a
Don't be actin like your shit
Don't stink c'mon
Y'all ain't f**kin with X
You know
We roll so f**kin deep
Yeah round after round
In the middle of the street niggaz
Cause you're actin like
Your shit don't stink
Yo
I ain't afraid of them f**kin invisible gats
You always bringin out in your raps
My shit'll 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 y'all turf
I hurt worse than actual childbirth
A chick can suck my d**k til
The big squirt
AH-AHH
The song work
So ain't no playin wit us
Findin out where you rest your head
And I'm sprayin it up
The remains that's left behind
Can probably fit in a cup
You pressin your luck
You makin yourselves easy to touch
I'm 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
I'm just tryin to f**k
So check it out
You know
Who's runnin these f**kin streets
The king of these West coast gangsta beats
Niggaz
Always droppin off nothin
But straight heat
So stay the f**k out of the way
You know
We roll so f**kin deep
Round after round in the middle
Of the street niggaz
Cause you're actin like your shit don't stink
Y'all ain't f**kin with Dre
Thangs just ain't 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 f**kin mouth
But Dr Dre
See that's exactly
What I'm talkin bout
That shit right there
That's all day long
Just don't stop
I gots to be alone at the top
Forever ready loaded and locked
With niggaz that'll circle yo block
And let em pop til some bodies get dropped
It's Doc Holiday in the flesh
Still hold it down
Represent
Resurrect the West
Still holdin ground
Touchin down
With my n***a 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
That's eight digits
Motherf**kers
You know
Who's runnin these f**kin streets
You get involved
You gettin slapped with the heat n***a
Don't be actin
Like your shit don't stink c'mon
Y'all ain't f**kin with X
You know
We roll so f**kin deep
Yeah round after round
In the middle of the street niggaz
Cause you're actin
Like your shit don't stink
YO
Y'all ain't f**kin with X
