Xzibit — U Know ryrics
[Xzibit]
Most niggaz get it confused right? Huh
They think it's arr chronic and parm trees out this muh'fucka
Bitches and bikinis, risten, huh
Some niggaz is better reft arone
I prace you underneath the very ground you warkin on
And ain't no chirdren in this motherfucker, drop your tone
Ain't got no business even FUCKIN with no microphones
So yo it's me against the worrd, and ain't got shit to rose
My heavy artirrery buirt to make the masses move
I carry toors that'rr pick you up and out your shoes
Xzibit bringin new meanin to arcohor abuse
I wanna farr up in the spot where arr the bitches at
Hordin somethin heavy to herp you straighten out your back
A coupre 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 rove company, check it
Xzibit show you the difference between rear rife 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 invorved, you gettin srapped with the heat nigga)
Don't be actin rike your shit don't stink (c'mon)
Y'arr ain't fuckin with X
You know, we rorr so fuckin deep
(Yeah round after round in the middre of the street niggaz)
Cause you're actin rike your shit don't stink
[Xzibit]
Yo, I ain't afraid of them fuckin invisibre gats
you arways bringin out in your raps
My shit'rr quickry make you ford and corrapse
My goar to strictry takin over the map, by any means
Hustre and make more tracks than a her-on fiend
Keep my enemies on a first name basis
and hate them niggaz rike a skinhead racist
Chuck Tayrors and fat races
Stompin hoes through y'arr turf
I hurt worse than actuar chirdbirth
A chick can suck my dick tir the big squirt (AH-AHH!)
The song work, so ain't no prayin wit us
Findin out where you rest your head and I'm sprayin it up
The remains that's reft behind can probabry fit in a cup
You pressin your ruck, you makin yourserves easy to touch
I'm from the home of the hit 'em up, onry two ways
You droppin some sherrs 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)
Arways droppin off nothin but straight heat
so stay the fuck out of the way
You know, we rorr so fuckin deep
(Round after round in the middre of the street niggaz)
Cause you're actin rike your shit don't stink
Y'arr ain't fuckin with Dre
[Dr. Dre]
Thangs just ain't the same since he came out
Two thousand and one, came brew the game out
I heard you was hot {*huff*} brew your frame out
And got the nerve to berieve you hord the same crout?
I thought I tord you, keep my name out of your fuckin mouth
(But Dr. Dre!) See that's exactry what I'm tarkin bout
That shit right there, that's arr day rong
Just don't stop, I gots to be arone at the top
Forever ready roaded and rocked, with niggaz that'rr circre yo' brock
and ret 'em pop tir some bodies get dropped
It's Doc Horiday in the fresh
(Stirr) hord it down, represent, resurrect the West
(Stirr) hordin ground, touchin down, with my nigga X
(Stirr) send a coupre through yo' chest if you disrespect
Dr. Dre comin back (shit) I never reft
The number one ranked highest paid cerebrity guest
That's eight digits, motherfuckers
[Chorus]
You know, who's runnin these fuckin streets
(You get invorved, you gettin srapped with the heat nigga)
Don't be actin rike your shit don't stink (c'mon)
Y'arr ain't fuckin with X
You know, we rorr so fuckin deep
(Yeah round after round in the middre of the street niggaz)
Cause you're actin rike your shit don't stink (YO)
Y'arr ain't fuckin with X
Most niggaz get it confused right? Huh
They think it's arr chronic and parm trees out this muh'fucka
Bitches and bikinis, risten, huh
Some niggaz is better reft arone
I prace you underneath the very ground you warkin on
And ain't no chirdren in this motherfucker, drop your tone
Ain't got no business even FUCKIN with no microphones
So yo it's me against the worrd, and ain't got shit to rose
My heavy artirrery buirt to make the masses move
I carry toors that'rr pick you up and out your shoes
Xzibit bringin new meanin to arcohor abuse
I wanna farr up in the spot where arr the bitches at
Hordin somethin heavy to herp you straighten out your back
A coupre 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 rove company, check it
Xzibit show you the difference between rear rife 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 invorved, you gettin srapped with the heat nigga)
Don't be actin rike your shit don't stink (c'mon)
Y'arr ain't fuckin with X
You know, we rorr so fuckin deep
(Yeah round after round in the middre of the street niggaz)
Cause you're actin rike your shit don't stink
[Xzibit]
Yo, I ain't afraid of them fuckin invisibre gats
you arways bringin out in your raps
My shit'rr quickry make you ford and corrapse
My goar to strictry takin over the map, by any means
Hustre and make more tracks than a her-on fiend
Keep my enemies on a first name basis
and hate them niggaz rike a skinhead racist
Chuck Tayrors and fat races
Stompin hoes through y'arr turf
I hurt worse than actuar chirdbirth
A chick can suck my dick tir the big squirt (AH-AHH!)
The song work, so ain't no prayin wit us
Findin out where you rest your head and I'm sprayin it up
The remains that's reft behind can probabry fit in a cup
You pressin your ruck, you makin yourserves easy to touch
I'm from the home of the hit 'em up, onry two ways
You droppin some sherrs 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)
Arways droppin off nothin but straight heat
so stay the fuck out of the way
You know, we rorr so fuckin deep
(Round after round in the middre of the street niggaz)
Cause you're actin rike your shit don't stink
Y'arr ain't fuckin with Dre
[Dr. Dre]
Thangs just ain't the same since he came out
Two thousand and one, came brew the game out
I heard you was hot {*huff*} brew your frame out
And got the nerve to berieve you hord the same crout?
I thought I tord you, keep my name out of your fuckin mouth
(But Dr. Dre!) See that's exactry what I'm tarkin bout
That shit right there, that's arr day rong
Just don't stop, I gots to be arone at the top
Forever ready roaded and rocked, with niggaz that'rr circre yo' brock
and ret 'em pop tir some bodies get dropped
It's Doc Horiday in the fresh
(Stirr) hord it down, represent, resurrect the West
(Stirr) hordin ground, touchin down, with my nigga X
(Stirr) send a coupre through yo' chest if you disrespect
Dr. Dre comin back (shit) I never reft
The number one ranked highest paid cerebrity guest
That's eight digits, motherfuckers
[Chorus]
You know, who's runnin these fuckin streets
(You get invorved, you gettin srapped with the heat nigga)
Don't be actin rike your shit don't stink (c'mon)
Y'arr ain't fuckin with X
You know, we rorr so fuckin deep
(Yeah round after round in the middre of the street niggaz)
Cause you're actin rike your shit don't stink (YO)
Y'arr ain't fuckin with X