| Lyrics: | [Xzibit]
Yeah.. time to bring yo' ass to the table y'all
It's X to the Z Xzibit, yeah
(Where you at?)
Snoop double-D, uh, O.G. (West coast, Los Angeles)
What, bringin it live,
with Dr. Dre, what?
{*Xzibit makes the "Ghetto Bird" sound*}
Throwin up a BIG-ASS W,
coverin up the world right?
YEAHHH! Hah, listen look
You ain't tryin to hot box with
me, I swing hard liquor
Goin down by the second round, all hail the underground
How dat
sound? Xzibit backin down from a conflict
Fuck the nonsense, terrorist, hidden bomb shit
Glass and metal in every direction
Innocent bystanders taught a very hard lesson
I'm
the reason there's no time to reach for that weapon
and reason why niggaz with problems keep on
steppin
Xzibit ready to scrap, like Mike Tyson with his license back
Nine to five, minimum
wage, what type of life is that
for me? It's blasphemy, you fuckin around
with the
Sundance Kid and Butch Cassidy
You had the audacity to wanna tangle with the X
Strangle
your neck, slap you like the opposite sex
Drunk drivin tryin to stack my loot
While other
rappers gettin "Treated Like a Prostitute"
So check the SoundScan
Chorus One: Snoop
Dogg
All I wanna be was a G, ha
My whole life, nigga please, ha
Breakin off
these motherfuckin keys, ha
Let's get these motherfuckin G's, ha
Nigga you don't wanna
fuck with this..
[Snoop Dogg]
Hmm.. aww nah, big Snoop Dogg
Back up in the
heezee bay-bay
You jockin my style, "You so cra-zy"
Dre say, ain't No Limit to this
As long as we drop gangsta shit
Look here bitch, you fine and I dig your style
Come
fuck with a nigga, do it Doggystyle
I'll be gentle, sentimental |
