Bitch Please by Xzibit
Yeah, time to bring yo' ass to the table, y'all
It's X to the Z Xzibit, yeah, Snoop double D, uh, O.G.
(Where you at?, West coast, Los Angeles)
What, bringin' it live, with Dr. Dre, what?
Throwin' up a big ass W, coverin' up the world right?
Yeah, hah, listen, look
You ain't tryin' to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Goin' down by the second round, all hail the underground
How dat sound? Xzibit backin' down from a conflict
Fuck the nonsense, terrorist, hidden bomb shit
Glass and metal in every direction
Innocent bystanders, taught a very hard lesson
I'm the reason there's no time to reach for that weapon
And reason why niggaz with problems keep on steppin'
Xzibit ready to scrap, like Mike Tyson with his license back
Nine to five, minimum wage, what type of life is that for me?
It's blasphemy, you fuckin' around
With the Sun dance Kid and Butch Cassidy
You had the audacity to wanna tangle with the X
Strangle your neck, slap you like the opposite sex
Drunk drivin' tryin' to stack my loot
While other rappers gettin' treated like a prostitute
So, check the Sound Scan
All I wanna be was a G, ha
My whole life, nigga please, ha
Breakin' off these motherfuckin' keys, ha
Let's get these motherfuckin' G's, ha
Nigga, you don't wanna fuck with this
Hmm, aww nah, big Snoop Dogg
Back up in the hee zee, bay, bay
You jockin' my style, you so crazy
Dre say, ain't no limit to this
As long as we drop gangsta shit
Look here bitch, you fine and I dig your style
Come fuck with a nigga, do it Doggy style
I'll be gentle, sentimental
Shit, we fucked in the rental
Lincoln, Continental
Hmm, coast to coast, L.A. to Chicago
(Yeah nigga, you know what's happenin' man)
I get this pussy everywhere that I go
(These bitches know what time it is)
Ask the bitches in your hood 'cause they know
(Hell yeah, hoes know about a nigga like me man)
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