[X] Drugs-N-Alkahol baby! Ahhh!

[S] Uhh.. mm that's funky.. ohh!



[Xzibit]

Huh, I'm Mr. What-The-Fuck-You-Lookin-At

I'm Mr. Quick-To-Run-And-Get-The-Gat

Treat you like the hoosd like a diplomat

Xzibit used to push a 'llac, now I'm Range Rovin'

Takin over never sober, bear witness like Jehovah

Enemies fall like October

Restless standin tall like a soldier

We thick like the first Motorola brick cellular phones

cut to the bone, celebratin "Dre Day"

Love it or leave it alone (ha hah)

Just consider me the heir to the throne

The lifestyle of the savage and well known protectin my owns

Rolling stone bringin it home, time for transition

Don't talk too loud, you might find yourself missin

Look into my eyes, all you see is will to survive

by any means, retreatin to the Phillipines

to meditate, liftin train like a heavyweight

Hit you and run with a California license plate



[Chorus: Xzibit + Snoop]

[X] When y'all niggaz stop actin like bitches

[X] bitches stop actin like niggaz we can all clock figures

[S] Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick

[S] They all on my dick, FUCK THAT SHIT!

[X] When y'all bitches stop actin like niggaz

[X] niggaz stop actin like bitches we can all get riches

[S] Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick

[S] FUCK THAT SHIT! We can all get rich!



[Snoop Dogg]

Doggy Dogg is bout to blow up

All.. these Snoop Dogg haters need to slow up, sho' nuff

Know what? X, the game is gettin sewn up

but I'm speedin 'em up and leavin 'em

I'm buckin 'em til they bleedin bruh

Hold up, FUCK THAT, you tryin to get swoll up

by the mic controller, clip reloader

Frozen exposure, condos of a composer

Sick like a bowl-of, a bowl of deez nuts

Fuck him up, cross him out, then toss him out

With the stamp on his head, nigga Dogghouse

Nigga I'm universal crackin Down South (ya heard?)

Poppin my collar with my dick in your girl's mouth, ha ha

You act like you a dude you get smashed on

Full out my bitches with your fucked up attitude

Nappy-head hoes, worse than bitch niggaz

I treat 'em all the same, bitch check yo' game!



[Chorus]



[Xzibit]

With the flick of a wrist, send you deep into the abyss

I don't pop Cryst', but will pop a nigga with this

Made my way to the top of the list, raised your fifth

Anything to keep it movin make it harder to hit

We survive when you thought we was finished and done

Lookin over my cold shoulder is Attila the Hun

The gatling gun, guillotine, Don King's American Dream

Since sixteen, shoulda been a marine

Makin the whole scene collapse, millenium raps

Why fight for scraps, relax and take the whole plate witcha

The penny pitcher with a whole lot of come and get ya

You gettin my picture or do I have to let 'em hit ya? HUAHH!

Feel the adrenaline rush whenever I bust

Got eyes in back of my head

The people the I trust is just like me

Full of spite with very large appetites

I'm too complex to break down in black and white



[Chorus]



[Snoop Dogg]

(AH-AHHH!) Niggaz, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, ahhh

Yes.. X to the Z, D-O-double-to-the-motherfuckin-G, OOOH-WEE!

Ahh.. this shit funky right here my nigga

Yeah, +Open Bar+ nigga, we gettin fucked up

Three four in the morning, ain't no time limits

Huh huh, you ain't tryin to hotbox with us nigga

Roll some X, y'know!

Ahh.. niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches

Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches

Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches

Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches

Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches

Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, it's all the same though