[Xzibit]

Most niggaz get it confused right? Huh

They think it's all chronic and palm trees out this muh'fucka

Bitches and bikinis, listen, huh



Some niggaz 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]

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 niggaz)

Cause you're actin like your shit don't stink



[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 her-on fiend

Keep my enemies on a first name basis

and hate them niggaz 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 big squirt (AH-AHH!)

The song work, so ain't no playin wit 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]

You know, who's runnin these fuckin streets

(The king of these West coast gangsta beats, niggaz)

Always droppin off nothin but 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 niggaz)

Cause you're actin like your shit don't stink

Y'all ain't fuckin with Dre



[Dr. Dre]

Thangs just ain't the same since he came out

Two thousand and one, came blew the game out

I heard you was hot {*huff*} 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 niggaz 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 one ranked highest paid celebrity guest

That's eight digits, motherfuckers



[Chorus]

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 niggaz)

Cause you're actin like your shit don't stink (YO)

Y'all ain't fuckin with X