[X] Drugs-N-Alkahol baby! Ahhh!
 [S] Uhh.. mm that's funky.. ohh!
 
 [Xzibit]
 Huh, I'm Mr. What-The-Fuck-You-Lookin-At
 I'm Mr. Quick-To-Run-And-Get-The-Gat
 Treat you like the hoosd like a diplomat
 Xzibit used to push a 'llac, now I'm Range Rovin'
 Takin over never sober, bear witness like Jehovah
 Enemies fall like October
 Restless standin tall like a soldier
 We thick like the first Motorola brick cellular phones
 cut to the bone, celebratin "Dre Day"
 Love it or leave it alone (ha hah)
 Just consider me the heir to the throne
 The lifestyle of the savage and well known protectin my owns
 Rolling stone bringin it home, time for transition
 Don't talk too loud, you might find yourself missin
 Look into my eyes, all you see is will to survive
 by any means, retreatin to the Phillipines
 to meditate, liftin train like a heavyweight
 Hit you and run with a California license plate
 
 [Chorus: Xzibit + Snoop]
 [X] When y'all niggaz stop actin like bitches
 [X] bitches stop actin like niggaz we can all clock figures
 [S] Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick
 [S] They all on my dick, FUCK THAT SHIT!
 [X] When y'all bitches stop actin like niggaz
 [X] niggaz stop actin like bitches we can all get riches
 [S] Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick
 [S] FUCK THAT SHIT! We can all get rich!
 
 [Snoop Dogg]
 Doggy Dogg is bout to blow up
 All.. these Snoop Dogg haters need to slow up, sho' nuff
 Know what? X, the game is gettin sewn up
 but I'm speedin 'em up and leavin 'em
 I'm buckin 'em til they bleedin bruh
 Hold up, FUCK THAT, you tryin to get swoll up
 by the mic controller, clip reloader
 Frozen exposure, condos of a composer
 Sick like a bowl-of, a bowl of deez nuts
 Fuck him up, cross him out, then toss him out
 With the stamp on his head, nigga Dogghouse
 Nigga I'm universal crackin Down South (ya heard?)
 Poppin my collar with my dick in your girl's mouth, ha ha
 You act like you a dude you get smashed on
 Full out my bitches with your fucked up attitude
 Nappy-head hoes, worse than bitch niggaz
 I treat 'em all the same, bitch check yo' game!
 
 [Chorus]
 
 [Xzibit]
 With the flick of a wrist, send you deep into the abyss
 I don't pop Cryst', but will pop a nigga with this
 Made my way to the top of the list, raised your fifth
 Anything to keep it movin make it harder to hit
 We survive when you thought we was finished and done
 Lookin over my cold shoulder is Attila the Hun
 The gatling gun, guillotine, Don King's American Dream
 Since sixteen, shoulda been a marine
 Makin the whole scene collapse, millenium raps
 Why fight for scraps, relax and take the whole plate witcha
 The penny pitcher with a whole lot of come and get ya
 You gettin my picture or do I have to let 'em hit ya? HUAHH!
 Feel the adrenaline rush whenever I bust
 Got eyes in back of my head
 The people the I trust is just like me
 Full of spite with very large appetites
 I'm too complex to break down in black and white
 
 [Chorus]
 
 [Snoop Dogg]
 (AH-AHHH!) Niggaz, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, ahhh
 Yes.. X to the Z, D-O-double-to-the-motherfuckin-G, OOOH-WEE!
 Ahh.. this shit funky right here my nigga
 Yeah, +Open Bar+ nigga, we gettin fucked up
 Three four in the morning, ain't no time limits
 Huh huh, you ain't tryin to hotbox with us nigga
 Roll some X, y'know!
 Ahh.. niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
 Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
 Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
 Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
 Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
 Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, it's all the same though