right? Huh They think it's all chronic
and palm trees out this muh'fucka Bitches
and bikinis, listen, huh Some
niggaz 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] 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 niggaz) Cause you're actin
like your shit don't stink [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 her-on
fiend Keep my enemies on a first
name basis and hate them niggaz
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 (AH-AHH!) 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 fuck so
check it out [Chorus] You know,
who's runnin these fuckin streets (The
king of these West coast gangsta
beats, niggaz) Always droppin off
nothin but 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
niggaz) Cause you're actin like
your shit don't stink Y'all ain't
fuckin with Dre [Dr. 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
{*huff*} 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 niggaz 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 one
ranked highest paid celebrity guest That's
eight digits, motherfuckers [Chorus] 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 niggaz) Cause you're actin
like your shit don't stink (YO) Y'all
ain't fuckin with X