Yeah.. time to bring yo' ass to the table y'all
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It's X to the Z Xzibit, yeah (Where you at?)
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Snoop double-D, uh, O.G. (West coast, Los Angeles)
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What, bringin it live, with Dr. Dre, what?
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{*Xzibit makes the "Ghetto Bird" sound*}
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Throwin up a BIG-ASS W, coverin up the world right?
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YEAHHH! 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
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for me? It's blasphemy, you fuckin around
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with the Sundance Kid 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 SoundScan
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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
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Bitch please, 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 (f'real)
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Different strokes (uh-huh) 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 (well hook it up)
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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 (whas' happenin)
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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 (yeah right)
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That's the devil, they always wanna dance
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See we go out with a bang (bang 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. - til the day I D-I-E -
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B Please (Feat. Xzibit)
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Snoop Dogg |