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

Some niggaz is better left
I you underneath the very ground you walkin' on
And no children in this motherfucker, drop your tone
got no business even fuckin' with no microphones

So yo it's me against the and ain't got shit to lose
My heavy artillery built to make the move
I carry tools pick you up and out your shoes
Xzibit new meanin' to alcohol abuse

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

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

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

U know, we so fuckin' deep
Yeah, round after round in the middle of the 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 shit'll quickly you fold and collapse
My goal to strictly over the map, by any means

and make more tracks than a her-on fiend
Keep my enemies on a first basis
And hate them like a skinhead racist
Chuck Taylors and fat

Stompin' through y'all turf
I hurt than actual childbirth
A chick can my dick til the big squirt
The song work, so ain't no wit us

Findin' out you rest your head and I'm sprayin it up
The remains that's left can probably fit in a cup
You your luck
You makin' easy to touch

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

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

U know, we roll so deep
Round after round in the middle of the street,
'Cause you're actin' your shit don't stink
ain't fuckin' with Dre

Thangs just ain't the same he came out
Two thousand and one, came, blew the out
I you was hot blew your flame out
And got the nerve to believe you hold the clout?

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

Forever ready loaded and locked, niggaz that'll circle yo' block
And let 'em pop til some get dropped
It's Doc Holiday in the
hold it down, represent, resurrect the West

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

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

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