[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
