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Lyrics

[Intro: Xzibit] Most niggas get it confused, right? Huh They think it's all chronic and palm trees out this motherfucker Bitches and bikinis, listen, huh [Verse 1: Xzibit] Some niggas is better left alone I place you underneath the very ground you walkin' on And ain't no children in this motherfucker, drop your tone Ain't got no business even fuckin' with no microphones So yo, it's me against the world, and ain't got shit to lose My heavy artillery built to make the masses move I carry tools that'll pick you up and out your shoes Xzibit bringin' new meanin' to alcohol abuse I wanna fall up in the spot where all the bitches at Holdin' somethin' heavy to help you straighten out your back A couple of drinks and I bend you over the kitchen sink So what, you think I owe you somethin', bitch, for fuckin' me? (Bitch) Get a grip, misery love company, check it Xzibit show you the difference between real life and makin' a record Makin' the moves and connections that you never expected What good is money and the fame if you never respected? Check it out [Chorus: Dr. Dre & (Xzibit)] You know, who's runnin' these fuckin' streets (You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat, nigga) Don't be actin' like your shit don't stink (C'mon) Y'all ain't fuckin' with X You know, we roll so fuckin' deep (Yeah, round after round, in the middle of the street, niggas) 'Cause you're actin' like your shit don't stink [Verse 2: Xzibit] Yo, I ain't afraid of them fuckin' invisible gats You always bringin' out in your raps My shit'll quickly make you fold and collapse My goal to strictly takin' over the map, by any means Hustle and make more tracks than a heroin fiend Keep my enemies on a first name basis And hate them niggas like a skinhead racist Chuck Taylors and fat laces Stompin' hoes through y'all turf I hurt worse than actual childbirth A chick can suck my dick 'til the bitch squirt (Ah-Ah!) The song work, so ain't no playin' with us Findin' out where you rest your head, and I'm sprayin' it up The remains that's left behind can probably fit in a cup You pressin' your luck, you makin' yourselves easy to touch I'm from the home of the "Hit 'Em Up," Only two ways – you droppin' some shells or you get 'em up Back in the days – there was a time there was this woman that I want to keep up But nowadays, when I see you, I'm just tryin' to fuck So check it out [Chorus: Xzibit & (Dr. Dre)] You know, who's runnin' these fuckin' streets (The king of these West Coast gangsta beats, niggas) Always droppin' straight heat, so stay the fuck out of the way You know, we roll so fuckin' deep (Round after round, in the middle of the street, niggas) 'Cause you're actin' like your shit don't stink Y'all ain't fuckin' with Dre [Verse 3: Dr. Dre] Thangs just ain't the same since he came out '2001' came, blew the game out I heard you was hot, *blowing breath*, blew your flame out And got the nerve to believe you hold the same clout I thought I told you, keep my name out of your fuckin' mouth ("But, Dr. Dre!") See, that's exactly what I'm talkin' bout That shit right there, that's all day long Just don't stop, I gots to be alone at the top Forever ready, loaded and locked, with niggas that'll circle yo' block And let 'em pop 'til some bodies get dropped It's Doc Holiday in the flesh (Still) Hold it down, represent, resurrect the West (Still) Holdin' ground, touchin' down, with my nigga X (Still) Send a couple through yo' chest if you disrespect Dr. Dre comin' back (Shit) I never left The number 1 ranked, highest paid celebrity guest That's 8 digits, motherfuckers [Chorus: Dr. Dre & (Xzibit)] You know, who's runnin' these fuckin' streets (You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat, nigga) Don't be actin' like your shit don't stink (C'mon) Y'all ain't fuckin' with X You know, we roll so fuckin' deep (Yeah, round after round, in the middle of the street, niggas) 'Cause you're actin' like your shit don't stink (Yo) Y'all ain't fuckin' with X