[Hook - repeat 2X]
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Let me roll somethin' witcha
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Let me smoke somethin' witcha
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Let me light this up
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Let me blow somethin' withca
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[Verse 1]
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Mr X to the Z dog, I had to do it
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Locked the game down like Martha Stewart
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Like a big bodied Mercedes, get into it
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This ain't no luck of the draw, I'm supposed to do it
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They say we're in the last days so I stay with the bottle
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And stay swingin' for the fifths like its no tomorrow
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Make a nigga trade hard like I'm custom model
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Each one, teach one, we gonna lead, so follow
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Niggaz soft like avocado, trying to hold bravado
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My tips be hollow, some real hard shit to swallow
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It's the S.A.S express don't get caught on the tracks
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We got no brakes we just break backs
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We came in broke, now we got to leave with the whole stack
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Get slapped get smoked like a dope sack
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Cannabis and cheeba on the block with a heater
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Like if I can't sell mine, y'all can't neither
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[Chorus]
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You can read me in the magazines
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Or watch me on the TV screen
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If you ever tryin' to take for me
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That's gon' be the last day you breath
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Nobody here rides for free
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You fuckin' with a real O.G
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I stick 'n move like a young Ali
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You can't hit what you can't see.... (me, me)
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[Hook]
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Let me roll somethin' witcha
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Let me smoke somethin' witcha
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Let me light this up
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Let me blow somethin' withca
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[Verse 2]
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To all my niggaz drinkin' Cool-O
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Gettin' bent in prison
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Watchin' the game, they can't stop us from livin'
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I was givin' the direction but I never took it
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The path was crooked and cracked so I learned to cook it
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It's the black ?, the world on his back
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Animal instinct, adjust to my habitat
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Any situation, react
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You get manhandled and slapped down, mean not fuckin' around
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I think big like the heart that rests in my chest
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Fuck punk motherfuckers that pray for my death
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Niggaz want me to show love, but ain't none left
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Won't speak no names, I won't waste my breath
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Got too much stamina, too much energy
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Strengthen capabilities to crush my enemies
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And that feelin' brings me peace and tranquility
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Real estate, power, sports cars in Italy
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[Chorus]
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You can read me in the magazines
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Or watch me on the TV screen
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If you ever tryin' to take for me
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That's gon' be the last day you breath
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Nobody here rides for free
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You fuckin' with a real O.G
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I stick 'n move like a young Ali
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You can't hit what you can't see...(me, me)
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[Hook]
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Let me roll somethin' witcha
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Let me smoke somethin' witcha
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Let me light this up
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Let me blow somethin' withca
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[Verse 3]
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Another nigga like Xzibit just can't be found
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I eliminate dead weight slowin' me down
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Don't know how to back down only hold my ground
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Check the resume
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They just cock it and spray
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Ya'll niggaz just sloppy and gay, get hit with a K
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Stand trial for murder and lock me away
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Throwin' bows like Anthony Pillar
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For my foes, bullet hoes through ya clothes and that fake Chinchilla
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For all my niggaz in the hustle, celebrate ya life
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Fucking Bush administration tryin' to take your life
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X man exchange the data, hate the hater
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Hit the earth so hard leaving cracks and craters
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Niggaz wanna spend money on hats and gaters
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Hoes in Vegas they gotta have chrome and dames
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But don't wanna do a third of the work
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I built an empire from dirt
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I put you in a world of hurt...fucker!!!
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[Chorus]
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You can read me in the magazines
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Or watch me on the TV screen
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If you ever tryin' to take for me
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That's gon' be the last day you breath
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Nobody here rides for free
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You fuckin' with a real O.G
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I stick 'n move like a young Ali
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You can't hit what you can't see...(me, me)
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What You Can't C
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Xzibit |