*featuring Snoop Dogg
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[X] Drugs-N-Alkahol baby! Ahhh!
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[S] Uhh.. mm that's funky.. ohh!
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[Xzibit]
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Huh, I'm Mr. What-The-Fuck-You-Lookin-At
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I'm Mr. Quick-To-Run-And-Get-The-Gat
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Treat you like the hoosd like a diplomat
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Xzibit used to push a 'llac, now I'm Range Rovin'
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Takin over never sober, bear witness like Jehovah
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Enemies fall like October
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Restless standin tall like a soldier
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We thick like the first Motorola brick cellular phones
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cut to the bone, celebratin "Dre Day"
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Love it or leave it alone (ha hah)
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Just consider me the heir to the throne
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The lifestyle of the savage and well known protectin my owns
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Rolling stone bringin it home, time for transition
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Don't talk too loud, you might find yourself missin
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Look into my eyes, all you see is will to survive
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by any means, retreatin to the Phillipines
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to meditate, liftin train like a heavyweight
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Hit you and run with a California license plate
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[Chorus: Xzibit + Snoop]
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[X] When y'all niggaz stop actin like bitches
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[X] bitches stop actin like niggaz we can all clock figures
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[S] Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick
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[S] They all on my dick, FUCK THAT SHIT!
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[X] When y'all bitches stop actin like niggaz
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[X] niggaz stop actin like bitches we can all get riches
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[S] Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick
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[S] FUCK THAT SHIT! We can all get rich!
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[Snoop Dogg]
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Doggy Dogg is bout to blow up
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All.. these Snoop Dogg haters need to slow up, sho' nuff
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Know what? X, the game is gettin sewn up
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but I'm speedin 'em up and leavin 'em
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I'm buckin 'em til they bleedin bruh
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Hold up, FUCK THAT, you tryin to get swoll up
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by the mic controller, clip reloader
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Frozen exposure, condos of a composer
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Sick like a bowl-of, a bowl of deez nuts
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Fuck him up, cross him out, then toss him out
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With the stamp on his head, nigga Dogghouse
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Nigga I'm universal crackin Down South (ya heard?)
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Poppin my collar with my dick in your girl's mouth, ha ha
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You act like you a dude you get smashed on
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Full out my bitches with your fucked up attitude
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Nappy-head hoes, worse than bitch niggaz
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I treat 'em all the same, bitch check yo' game!
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[Chorus]
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[Xzibit]
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With the flick of a wrist, send you deep into the abyss
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I don't pop Cryst', but will pop a nigga with this
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Made my way to the top of the list, raised your fifth
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Anything to keep it movin make it harder to hit
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We survive when you thought we was finished and done
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Lookin over my cold shoulder is Attila the Hun
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The gatling gun, guillotine, Don King's American Dream
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Since sixteen, shoulda been a marine
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Makin the whole scene collapse, millenium raps
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Why fight for scraps, relax and take the whole plate witcha
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The penny pitcher with a whole lot of come and get ya
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You gettin my picture or do I have to let 'em hit ya? HUAHH!
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Feel the adrenaline rush whenever I bust
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Got eyes in back of my head
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The people the I trust is just like me
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Full of spite with very large appetites
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I'm too complex to break down in black and white
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[Chorus]
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[Snoop Dogg]
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(AH-AHHH!) Niggaz, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, ahhh
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Yes.. X to the Z, D-O-double-to-the-motherfuckin-G, OOOH-WEE!
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Ahh.. this shit funky right here my nigga
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Yeah, +Open Bar+ nigga, we gettin fucked up
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Three four in the morning, ain't no time limits
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Huh huh, you ain't tryin to hotbox with us nigga
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Roll some X, y'know!
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Ahh.. niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
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Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
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Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
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Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
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Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
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Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, it's all the same though
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D.N.A (Drugs-N-Alkahol)
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| Xzibit |
