B Please (Feat. Xzibit)

Yeah.. time to bring yo' ass to the table y'all It's X to the Z Xzibit, yeah (Where you at?) Snoop double-D, uh, O.G. (West coast, Los Angeles) What, bringin it live, with Dr. Dre, what? {*Xzibit makes the "Ghetto Bird" sound*} Throwin up a BIG-ASS W, coverin up the world right? YEAHHH! 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 Sundance 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 SoundScan 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 heezee bay-bay You jockin my style, "You so cra-zy" 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 +Doggystyle+ 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) I get the pussy everywhere that I go (I pimp these hoes, nigga, ha ha) Ask the bitches in your hood cause they know Bitch please, get down on your god damn knees For this money chronic clothes and weed (look) You fuckin with some real O.G's Bitch please Bitch please, get down on your motherfuckin knees We came to get the motherfuckin G's Yeah, you fuckin' with some real O.G's You dick-tease! Bitch, please! Now what you need to do is Hem my coat, and roll me some dough (f'real) Different strokes (uh-huh) for different folks Oh, you like settin niggaz up and gettin them loc's A cute lil' bitch with a whole lotta heart Shit gets thick when the light gets dark She say she gots a lick for me (well hook it up) Worth about, two hundred G's and thirty keys Now check this out Dre, now if I don't move Then a nigga like me, shit I don't lose But you know me, Dogg I'm movin Ain't nuttin to it, but to get to groovin You been, waitin on a nigga like me (whas' happenin) to take that chance and rob yo' man and beat up the pussy A victim of the circumstance (yeah right) That's the devil, they always wanna dance See we go out with a bang (bang BANG!) I'm tryin to work this cold thang, and take this whole thang I get the money everywhere that I go (I go) I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho (fo' sho) I get the money everywhere that I go (I go) I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho (fo' sho) Aiyyo.. aiyyo aiyyo; you don't wanna step to me Still claimin D.P.G. - til the day I D-I-E -