[Intro: Xzibit]

Most niggas get it confused, right? Huh

They think it's all chronic and palm trees out this motherfucker

Bitches and bikinis, listen, huh

[Verse 1: Xzibit]

Some niggas 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: Dr. Dre & (Xzibit)]

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, niggas)

'Cause you're actin' like your shit don't stink

[Verse 2: 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 heroin fiend

Keep my enemies on a first name basis

And hate them niggas 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 bitch squirt (Ah-Ah!)

The song work, so ain't no playin' with 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: Xzibit & (Dr. Dre)]

You know, who's runnin' these fuckin' streets

(The king of these West Coast gangsta beats, niggas)

Always droppin' 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, niggas)

'Cause you're actin' like your shit don't stink

Y'all ain't fuckin' with Dre

[Verse 3: Dr. Dre]

Thangs just ain't the same since he came out

'2001' came, blew the game out

I heard you was hot, *blowing breath*, 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 niggas 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 1 ranked, highest paid celebrity guest

That's 8 digits, motherfuckers

[Chorus: Dr. Dre & (Xzibit)]

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, niggas)

'Cause you're actin' like your shit don't stink (Yo)

Y'all ain't fuckin' with X