Loaded

[Verse 1: B-Real]

You couldn't hold my crown, but you can hold my balls

Man they hold you down, I hope they slow you down

I control you now, movin' that police car remotely down

You ain't payin' attention, I ain't playin' detention

While they movin' in silence of dead discretion

Got your plan designed, homie, get him slapped off, walk it off

When your body's on the street, watch him talk it off

Block it off, get the can stick, yeah we chop it off

We tryin' to fill a cup, top it off, pop it off

Window brakes from a Molotov fireball

We take a hit, baby top it off, duck it off

[Verse 2: Xzibit]

Yeah, Westside bitch!

An adult R-rated underground gangsta shit

All the hoovers, the ese's, the Bloods and Crips

Straight up and down like the hands on the twelve and the six

They gon' be testin' our words, the revenge of the nerds

Say got you all to believe in, you're the coffee beans I fold

Your Red Bull wings, know a bitch from a queen

Find your Adam and Eve in the system of things

Dawg, whistle my fanbase so let out some steam