[Intro: Xzibit]
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Most niggas get it confused, right? Huh
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They think its all chronic and palm trees out this motherfucker
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Bitches and bikinis, listen, huh
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[Verse 1: Xzibit]
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Some niggas is better left alone
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I place you underneath the very ground you walkin on
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And aint no children in this motherfucker, drop your tone
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Aint got no business even fuckin with no microphones
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So yo, its me against the world, and aint got shit to lose
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My heavy artillery built to make the masses move
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I carry tools thatll pick you up and out your shoes
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Xzibit bringin new meanin to alcohol abuse
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I wanna fall up in the spot where all the bitches at
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Holdin somethin heavy to help you straighten out your back
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A couple of drinks and I bend you over the kitchen sink
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So what, you think I owe you somethin, bitch, for fuckin me? (Bitch) Get a grip, misery love company, check it
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Xzibit show you the difference between real life and makin a record
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Makin the moves and connections that you never expected
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What good is money and the fame if you never respected?
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Check it out
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[Chorus: Dr. Dre & (Xzibit)]
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You know, whos runnin these fuckin streets
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(You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat, nigga)
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Dont be actin like your shit dont stink (Cmon)
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Yall aint fuckin with X
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You know, we roll so fuckin deep
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(Yeah, round after round, in the middle of the street, niggas)
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‘Cause youre actin like your shit dont stink
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[Verse 2: Xzibit]
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Yo, I aint afraid of them fuckin invisible gats
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You always bringin out in your raps
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My shitll quickly make you fold and collapse
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My goal to strictly takin over the map, by any means
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Hustle and make more tracks than a heroin fiend
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Keep my enemies on a first name basis
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And hate them niggas like a skinhead racist
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Chuck Taylors and fat laces
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Stompin hoes through yall turf
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I hurt worse than actual childbirth
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A chick can suck my dick til the bitch squirt (Ah-Ah!)
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The song work, so aint no playin with us
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Findin out where you rest your head, and Im sprayin it up
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The remains thats left behind can probably fit in a cup
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You pressin your luck, you makin yourselves easy to touch
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Im from the home of the “Hit ‘Em Up,”
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Only two ways – you droppin some shells or you get em up
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Back in the days – there was a time there was this woman that I want to keep up
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But nowadays, when I see you, Im just tryin to fuck
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So check it out
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[Chorus: Xzibit & (Dr. Dre)]
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You know, whos runnin these fuckin streets
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(The king of these West Coast gangsta beats, niggas)
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Always droppin straight heat, so stay the fuck out of the way
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You know, we roll so fuckin deep
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(Round after round, in the middle of the street, niggas)
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‘Cause youre actin like your shit dont stink
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Yall aint fuckin with Dre
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[Verse 3: Dr. Dre]
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Thangs just aint the same since he came out
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‘2001 came, blew the game out
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I heard you was hot, blew your flame out
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And got the nerve to believe you hold the same clout
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I thought I told you, keep my name out of your fuckin mouth
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(“But, Dr. Dre!”) See, thats exactly what Im talkin bout
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That shit right there, thats all day long
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Just dont stop, I gots to be alone at the top
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Forever ready, loaded and locked, with niggas thatll circle yo block
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And let em pop til some bodies get dropped
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Its Doc Holiday in the flesh
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(Still) Hold it down, represent, resurrect the West
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(Still) Holdin ground, touchin down, with my nigga X
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(Still) Send a couple through yo chest if you disrespect
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Dr. Dre comin back (Shit) I never left
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The number 1 ranked, highest paid celebrity guest
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Thats 8 digits, motherfuckers
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[Chorus: Dr. Dre & (Xzibit)]
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You know, whos runnin these fuckin streets
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(You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat, nigga)
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Dont be actin like your shit dont stink (Cmon)
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Yall aint fuckin with X
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You know, we roll so fuckin deep
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(Yeah, round after round, in the middle of the street, niggas)
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‘Cause youre actin like your shit dont stink (Yo)
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Yall aint fuckin with X
