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Yeah, time to bring yo' ass to the table y'all |
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It's X to the Z Xzibit, yeah |
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Snoop double-D, uh, O.G. |
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What, bringin it live, with Dr. Dre, what? |
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Throwin' up a big-ass W, coverin' up the world right? |
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Yeah, hah, listen look |
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You ain't tryin' to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor |
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Goin' down by the second round, all hail the underground |
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How dat sound? Xzibit backin' down from a conflict |
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Fuck the nonsense, terrorist, hidden bomb shit |
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Glass and metal in every direction |
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Innocent bystanders taught a very hard lesson |
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I'm the reason there's no time to reach for that weapon |
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And reason why niggaz with problems keep on steppin' |
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Xzibit ready to scrap, like Mike Tyson with his license back |
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Nine to five, minimum wage, what type of life is that for me |
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It's blasphemy, you fuckin' around with the Sundance Kid |
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And Butch Cassidy |
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You had the audacity to wanna tangle with the X |
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Strangle your neck, slap you like the opposite sex |
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Drunk drivin', tryin'' to stack my loot |
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While other rappers gettin' treated like a prostitute |
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So check the sound scan |
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All I wanna be was a G, ha |
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My whole life, nigga please, ha |
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Breakin' off these motherfuckin' keys, ha |
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Let's get these motherfuckin' G's, ha |
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Nigga you don't wanna fuck with this |
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Hmm, aww, nah, big Snoop Dogg |
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Back up in the heezee bay-bay |
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You jockin' my style, you so cra-zy |
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Dre say, ain't "No limit to this" |
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As long as we drop gangsta shit |
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Look here bitch, you fine and I dig your style |
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Come fuck with a nigga, do it doggystyle |
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I'll be gentle, sentimental |
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Shit, we fucked in the rental |
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Lincoln, Continental |
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Hmm, coast to coast, L.A. to Chicago |
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(Yeah nigga you know what's happenin' man) |
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I get this pussy everywhere that I go |
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(These bitches know what time it is) |
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Ask the bitches in your hood, 'cause they know |
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(Hell yeah, hoes know about a nigga like me, man) |
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I get the pussy everywhere that I go |
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(I pimp these hoes, nigga, ha ha) |
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Ask the bitches in your hood, 'cause they know |
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Bitch please, get down on your god damn knees |
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For this money chronic clothes and weed, look |
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You fuckin' with some real O.G's |
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Bitch please, bitch please |
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Get down on your motherfuckin' knees |
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We came to get the motherfuckin' G's |
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Yeah, you fuckin' with some real O.G's |
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You dick-tease |
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Bitch, please! Now what you need to do is |
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Hem my coat, and roll me some dough |
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Different strokes for different folks |
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Oh, you like settin niggaz up and gettin them loc's |
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A cute lil' bitch with a whole lotta heart |
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Shit gets thick when the light gets dark |
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She say she gots a lick for me |
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Worth about, two hundred G's and thirty keys |
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Now check this out Dre, now if I don't move |
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Then a nigga like me, shit I don't lose |
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But you know me, Dogg I'm movin' |
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Ain't nuttin to it, but to get to groovin' |
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You been, waitin' on a nigga like me |
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to take that chance and rob yo' man and beat up the pussy |
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A victim of the circumstance |
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That's the devil, they always wanna dance |
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See we go out with a bang |
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I'm tryin'' to work this cold thang, and take this whole thang |
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I get the money everywhere that I go, I go |
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I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho, fo' sho |
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I get the money everywhere that I go, I go |
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I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho, fo' sho |
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Aiyyo, aiyyo aiyyo, you don't wanna step to me |
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Still claimin' D.P.G. till the day I D I E |
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Aiyyo, aiyyo aiyyo, you don't wanna step to me |
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Still claimin' D.P.G. till the day I D I E |
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Aiyyo, aiyyo aiyyo, you don't wanna step to me |
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Still claimin' D.P.G. till the day I D I E |
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Aiyyo, aiyyo aiyyo, you don't wanna step to me |
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Still claimin' D.P.G. till the day I D I E |
