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Intro: Xzibit
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what
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Snoop double, D O G, what, mr. X to the Z, yeah, and Kurupt
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The kingpin, DoggHouse Records takin over the shit in the '99
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What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh
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It's the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo
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HOOK: Xzibit
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I got a big bang theory my hardcore comittee
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Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
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Chronic low ridin bitches with silicon tities
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(we gon bounce and ball until the wheels fall off)
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I got a big bang theory my hardcore committee
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Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
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Affiliated with thousands sent out medallions
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(we gon bounce and floss until the wheels fall off
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[Kurupt]
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Chest plates hit with gauges, sawed off, hauled off
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Blast wit somethin and I breaks all the walls off
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Fuck it, tie my flag around my mouth
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Blue rag on my face, blue rag in my left pocket
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Pistols screamin, unleashin pure fury
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Smash, snatch the pockets and all the jewelry
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Glass shattering, blastin, niggas scatterin
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Scat, takin three to four to the back
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I'm back motherfucker, live broadcast
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Show my face, with my rag on, let me throw my hood in the air
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Let me put 'bout two in the air
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Let me show these motherfuckers that I don't care
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It's a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
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Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
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[Pinky]
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It's goin down by the year 2 G
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I'm goin be flyin through the hood, duckin, dodgin the heat
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My niggas watch the street, be it rain, snow, or sleet
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Us niggas gon eat, makin troops we creep
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Losin the jeep, runnin on feet, survivin off the land money and
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Gun in hand, operation quicksand
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Aint tryin ta put the mark of the beast on my hand
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I had to bless the head of a military man
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Jumped into the back of the 4 door sedan
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All up in the trunk was the hidden contraband
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Fuck a middleman, my pistols aim directly from Iran
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Looking from a third eye, I spot the hidden cam
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I know what you look like, I know how you think
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I'm the type of bitch to pop a pill up in your drink
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HOOK
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[CPO]
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Bitch, fuck that, you bring fat rag, here's cheese
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You work your fuckin employees
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You know you get all excited like that
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Stack it through them hoodlum back, cuz I like it like that, bitch
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I kill drama, shit get action packed
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When I jump out the black stealth bomber
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Cuz it's bout, you know, I want the fuckin mansion pad
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To heal that bitch sittin on
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So don't waste the fuckin cheese that you earn
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Rotate the fuckin weed that you burn
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Don't fuck with Bossy off the glam,
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Rollin crack , blow blocks in half
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[Tray Deee]
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We rides on visitors and takes no prisoners
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Handles all business and pay off the comissioner
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Big time crime figure niggas gettin riches
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20 inches whippin all we givin hittin switches
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Twistin flippin chickens stickin victims if they slippin
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Trippin, on the mission and my trigga finga itchin
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Positioned at your dome, one twitch and it's on
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No remorse or second thoughts once the clip and the chrome
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This is the zone, weak niggas covers get blown
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Stoned killers and gorillas want whatever you want
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Shake spots with bank nots, keep the thang cocked
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And leave motherfuckers stripped to tank tops
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We the gang, it's our thang to mash and maintain
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Gangbang slang came and aint gon change
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All out till we fall out, fuck the world
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DoggHouse style with the chucks and curls
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HOOK
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Big Bang Theory
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Kurupt |