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Most get it confused right? Huh
They it's all chronic
And palm trees out muh'fucka
and bikinis, listen, huh

Some niggaz is left alone
I place you underneath the very you walkin' on
And ain't no children in motherfucker, drop your tone
Ain't got no business even fuckin' no microphones

So yo it's me against the world and got shit to lose
My heavy artillery built to make the move
I tools that'll pick you up and out your shoes
Xzibit bringin' new meanin' to alcohol

I wanna fall up in the where all the bitches at
Holdin' somethin' heavy to help you straighten out your
A couple of drinks and I you over the kitchen sink
So what you think, I owe you somethin' for fuckin' me?

Bitch, get a grip, misery company, check it
Xzibit you the difference between real life and makin' a record
the moves and connections that you never expected
What good is money and the fame if you respected? Check it out

U know, who's these fuckin' streets
You get involved, you gettin with the heat nigga
Don't be actin your shit don't stink, c'mon
Y'all ain't fuckin' X

U know, we roll so fuckin'
Yeah, round round in the middle of the street niggaz
'Cause actin' like your shit don't stink

Yo, I ain't of them fuckin' invisible gats
You always bringin' out in your
My quickly make you fold and collapse
My goal to takin' over the map, by any means

Hustle and make tracks than a her-on fiend
Keep my enemies on a first name
And hate them niggaz a skinhead racist
Chuck Taylors and fat

Stompin' hoes through turf
I hurt worse than childbirth
A can suck my dick til the big squirt
The song work, so ain't no wit us

Findin' out where you rest your and I'm sprayin it up
The remains that's left behind can fit in a cup
You pressin' your
You makin' yourselves to touch

I'm from the home of the hit 'em up, two ways
You some shells or you get 'em up, back in the days
There was a time there was this that I want to keep up
But nowadays I see you I'm just tryin' to fuck so check it out

U know, who's runnin' these streets
The of these West coast gangsta beats, niggaz
droppin' off nothin' but straight heat
So the fuck out of the way

U know, we so fuckin' deep
Round round in the middle of the street, niggaz
'Cause you're actin' like shit don't stink
Y'all ain't with Dre

just ain't the same since he came out
Two and one, came, blew the game out
I heard you was hot blew your out
And got the nerve to believe you the same clout?

I thought I told you, keep my name out of your fuckin'
But Dr. Dre, see that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That right there, that's all day long
Just don't stop, I gots to be at the top

Forever ready loaded and locked, with niggaz that'll circle yo'
And let 'em pop til bodies get dropped
It's Doc in the flesh
Still hold it down, represent, resurrect the

Still holdin ground, down, with my nigga X
send a couple through yo' chest if you disrespect
Dr. Dre back shit I never left
The number one ranked highest paid guest
That's digits, motherfuckers

U know, runnin' these fuckin' streets
You get involved, you gettin' with the heat nigga
Don't be actin your shit don't stink, c'mon
Y'all fuckin' with X

U know, we so fuckin' deep
Yeah, round after round in the of the street niggaz
you're actin' like your shit don't stink, yo
Y'all ain't fuckin' X