[Intro: Xzibit & Snoop Dogg]
Drugs-n-Alkahol, baby! Ahh!
Uhh… Ooh, that’s funky
Ohh!
[Verse 1: Xzibit]
Huh, I’m Mr. What-The-Fuck-You-Looking-At
I’m Mr. Quick-To-Run-And-Get-The-Gat
Do you like the hoods, like the diplomatics
‘Zibit used to push a ‘llac, now I’m Range Rovin’
Takin’ over never sober, bear witness like Jehovah
Enemies fall like October
Restless, standing tall like a soldier
We thick like the first Motorola brick cellular phones
Cut to the bone, celebrating “Dre Day”
Love it or leave it alone
Just consider me the heir to the throne
The lifestyle of the savage and well known, protecting my own
Rolling stone, bringin’ it home, time for transition
Don’t talk too loud, you might find yourself missin’
Look into my eyes, all you see is will to survive by any means
Retreat to the Philippines
To meditate, liftin’, train like a heavyweight
Hit you and run with a California license plate
[Chorus: Xzibit & Snoop Dogg]
When y’all niggas stop acting like bitches (Bitches)
Bitches stop actin’ like (Niggas) niggas, we can all clock figures (Bitches)
Hoes on my dick, niggas on my dick
They all on my dick, fuck that shit!
When y’all bitches stop acting like (Bitches) niggas
Niggas (Niggas) stop acting like bitches, (Bitches) we can all get riches
Hoes on my dick, niggas on my dick
Fuck that shit! We can all get rich
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Doggy Dogg is ’bout to blow up
All these Snoop Dogg haters need to slow up, sho nuff
Know what? X, the game is getting slower
But I’m speedin’ ’em up and leaving ’em
I’m bucking ’em ’til they bleeding, bruh
Hold up, fuck that, you trying to get swoll up
By the mic controller, clip reloader
Frozen exposure, Cordozar the Composer
Sick like a bowl of–a bowl of deez nuts
Fuck him up, cross him out, then toss him out
With the stamp on his head, nigga, Dogghouse
Nigga, I’m universal, cracking Down South (Ya heard?)
Popping my collar with my dick in your girl’s mouth, ha ha
You act like a dude, you get smashed on, fool
Loud-mouth bitches with your fucked up attitudes
Nappy-head hoes, worse than bitch niggas
I treat ’em all the same, bitch, check your game!
[Chorus: Xzibit & Snoop Dogg]
When y’all niggas stop acting like bitches (Bitches)
Bitches stop actin’ like (Niggas) niggas, we can all clock figures (Bitches)
Hoes on my dick, niggas on my dick
They all on my dick, fuck that shit!
When y’all bitches stop acting like (Bitches) niggas
Niggas (Niggas) stop acting like bitches, (Bitches) we can all get riches
Hoes on my dick, (Yeah) niggas on my dick
Fuck that shit! We can all get rich
[Verse 3: Xzibit & Snoop Dogg]
With the flick of a wrist, send you deep into the abyss
I don’t pop Crist’, but will pop a nigga with this (Watch out)
Made my way to the top of the list, raised your fifth
Anything to keep it moving, make it harder to hit (Get it crackin’, X)
We survive when you thought we was finished and done
Looking over my cold shoulder is Attila the Hun
The Gatling gun, guillotine, (Who?) Don King’s American (What?) Dream (What?)
Since sixteen, shoulda been a Marine (Ahh)
Making the whole scene collapse, millennium raps
Why fight for scraps? Relax and take the whole plate with ya
The penny pitcher with a whole lot of come-and-get-ya (Man)
You gettin’ my picture, or do I have to let ’em hit ya? (Whoaa)
Feel the adrenaline rush whenever I bust
Got eyes in back of my head
The people that I trust is just like me
Full of spite, with very large appetites
I’m too complex to break down in black and white
[Chorus: Xzibit & Snoop Dogg]
When y’all niggas stop acting like bitches (Bitches)
Bitches stop actin’ like (Niggas) niggas, we can all clock figures (Bitches)
Hoes on my dick, niggas on my dick
They all on my dick, fuck that shit!
When y’all bitches stop acting like (Bitches) niggas
Niggas (Niggas) stop acting like bitches, (Bitches) we can all get riches
Hoes on my dick, (Yeah) niggas on my dick
Fuck that shit! We can all get rich
[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, ahh
Yes, X to the Z, D-O-double-to-the-mothafuckin’-G, ooh-wee
Ahh… this shit funky right here, my nigga
Yeah, Open Bar, nigga, we getting fucked up
3-4 in the morning, ain’t no time limits
Hah ha, you ain’t trying to hotbox with us, nigga
Roll some, X!
Y’know!
(Bitches, niggas, bitches, niggas)
(Bitches, niggas, bitches, niggas)
(Bitches, niggas, bitches, niggas)
(Bitches, niggas, bitches, niggas)
(Bitches, niggas, bitches, niggas)
(Bitches, niggas, bitches, niggas)
It’s all the same though
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