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Most niggaz get it right? Huh
They it's all chronic
And palm trees out this
and bikinis, listen, huh

Some niggaz is left alone
I place you underneath the very ground you on
And ain't no children in this motherfucker, drop tone
got no business even fuckin' with no microphones

So yo it's me against the world and got shit to lose
My artillery built to make the masses move
I carry tools that'll you up and out your shoes
bringin' new meanin' to alcohol abuse

I wanna fall up in the spot where all the at
Holdin' somethin' heavy to you straighten out your back
A couple of drinks and I bend you over the sink
So you think, I owe you somethin' bitch for fuckin' me?

Bitch, get a grip, misery love company, it
Xzibit show you the difference real life and makin' a record
Makin' the moves and connections that you expected
What good is money and the if you never respected? Check it out

U know, who's these fuckin' streets
You get involved, you gettin 'slapped with the nigga
Don't be like your shit don't stink, c'mon
Y'all ain't fuckin' X

U know, we roll so deep
Yeah, round after in the middle of the street niggaz
'Cause actin' like your shit don't stink

Yo, I ain't afraid of fuckin' invisible gats
You bringin' out in your raps
My shit'll quickly make you fold and
My to strictly takin' over the map, by any means

and make more tracks than a her-on fiend
Keep my enemies on a name basis
And them niggaz like a skinhead racist
Chuck and fat laces

Stompin' hoes y'all turf
I hurt worse than actual
A chick can suck my til the big squirt
The work, so ain't no playin wit us

Findin' out where you rest head and I'm sprayin it up
The remains left behind can probably fit in a cup
You pressin' your
You makin' yourselves easy to

I'm from the home of the hit 'em up, two ways
You droppin' some shells or you get 'em up, back in the
There was a time there was woman that I want to keep up
But nowadays when I see you I'm just tryin' to fuck so it out

U know, who's runnin' these streets
The king of these West coast beats, niggaz
Always off nothin' but straight heat
So the fuck out of the way

U know, we roll so fuckin'
Round round in the middle of the street, niggaz
'Cause you're actin' like your shit stink
Y'all ain't with Dre

Thangs just the same since he came out
Two and one, came, blew the game out
I you was hot blew your flame out
And got the nerve to believe you hold the same

I thought I told you, keep my out of your fuckin' mouth
But Dr. Dre, see that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That shit there, that's all day long
Just don't stop, I gots to be at the top

Forever ready loaded and locked, with niggaz circle yo' block
And let 'em pop til bodies get dropped
Doc Holiday in the flesh
Still hold it down, represent, the West

Still holdin ground, down, with my nigga X
Still send a couple through yo' chest if you
Dr. Dre comin' shit I never left
The number one highest paid celebrity guest
eight digits, motherfuckers

U know, who's these fuckin' streets
You get involved, you gettin' slapped with the heat
be actin like your shit don't stink, c'mon
Y'all ain't fuckin' X

U know, we roll so deep
Yeah, round round in the middle of the street niggaz
'Cause you're actin' like your don't stink, yo
ain't fuckin' with X