Most ni**az get it confused right? Huh
They think it`s all chronic
And palm trees out this muh`f**ka
Bitches and bikinis, listen, huh

Some ni**az is better left alone
I place you underneath the very ground you walkin` on
And ain`t no children in this motherf**ker, drop your tone
Ain`t got no business even f**kin` with no microphones

So yo it`s me against the world and ain`t got s**t 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 f**kin` 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

U know, who`s runnin` these f**kin` streets
You get involved, you gettin `slapped with the heat ni**a
Don`t be actin like your s**t don`t stink, c`mon
Y`all ain`t f**kin` with X

U know, we roll so f**kin` deep
Yeah, round after round in the middle of the street ni**az
`Cause you`re actin` like your s**t don`t stink

Yo, I ain`t afraid of them f**kin` invisible gats
You always bringin` out in your raps
My s**t`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 ni**az 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
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 f**k so check it out

U know, who`s runnin` these f**kin` streets
The king of these West coast gangsta beats, ni**az
Always droppin` off nothin` but straight heat
So stay the f**k out of the way

U know, we roll so f**kin` deep
Round after round in the middle of the street, ni**az
`Cause you`re actin` like your s**t don`t stink
Y`all ain`t f**kin` with 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 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 f**kin` mouth
But Dr. Dre, see that`s exactly what I`m talkin` `bout
That s**t 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 ni**az 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 ni**a X
Still send a couple through yo` chest if you disrespect
Dr. Dre comin` back s**t I never left
The number one ranked highest paid celebrity guest
That`s eight digits, motherf**kers

U know, who`s runnin` these f**kin` streets
You get involved, you gettin` slapped with the heat ni**a
Don`t be actin like your s**t don`t stink, c`mon
Y`all ain`t f**kin` with X

U know, we roll so f**kin` deep
Yeah, round after round in the middle of the street ni**az
`Cause you`re actin` like your s**t don`t stink, yo
Y`all ain`t f**kin` with X