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xzibit - bitch please lyrics

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yeah, time to bring yo’ -ss to the table, y’all
it’s x to the z xzibit, yeah, snoop double d, uh, o.g.
(where you at?, west coast, los angeles)
what, bringin’ it live, with dr. dre, what?
throwin’ up a big -ss w, coverin’ up the world right?
yeah, hah, listen, look

you ain’t tryin’ to hot box with me, i swing hard liquor
goin’ down by the second round, all hail the underground
how dat sound? xzibit backin’ down from a conflict
f-ck the nonsense, terrorist, hidden bomb sh-t

gl-ss and metal in every direction
innocent bystanders, taught a very hard lesson
i’m the reason there’s no time to reach for that weapon
and reason why n-gg-z with problems keep on steppin’

xzibit ready to scr-p, like mike tyson with his license back
nine to five, minimum wage, what type of life is that for me?
it’s blasphemy, you f-ckin’ around
with the sun dance kid and butch c-ssidy

you had the audacity to wanna tangle with the x
strangle your neck, slap you like the opposite s-x
drunk drivin’ tryin’ to stack my loot
while other rappers gettin’ treated like a prost-tute
so, check the sound scan

all i wanna be was a g, ha
my whole life, n-gg- please, ha
breakin’ off these motherf-ckin’ keys, ha
let’s get these motherf-ckin’ g’s, ha
n-gg-, you don’t wanna f-ck with this

hmm, aww nah, big snoop dogg
back up in the hee zee, bay, bay
you jockin’ my style, you so crazy
dre say, ain’t no limit to this
as long as we drop gangsta sh-t

look here b-tch, you fine and i dig your style
come f-ck with a n-gg-, do it doggy style
i’ll be gentle, sentimental
sh-t, we f-cked in the rental
lincoln, continental

hmm, coast to coast, l.a. to chicago
(yeah n-gg-, you know what’s happenin’ man)
i get this p-ssy everywhere that i go
(these b-tches know what time it is)

ask the b-tches in your hood ’cause they know
(h-ll yeah, hoes know about a n-gg- like me man)
i get the p-ssy everywhere that i go
(i pimp these hoes, n-gg-, ha ha)
ask the b-tches in your hood ’cause they know

b-tch please, get down on your god d-mn knees
for this money chronic clothes and weed
(look)
you f-ckin’ with some real o.g’s, b-tch, please
b-tch please, get down on your motherf-ckin’ knees
we came to get the motherf-ckin’ g’s
yeah, you f-ckin’ with some real o.g’s, you d-ck tease

b-tch, please, now what you need to do is
hem my coat and roll me some dough
(f’real)
different strokes for different folks
(uh-huh)

oh, you like settin’ n-gg-z up and gettin them loc’s
a cute lil’ b-tch with a whole lotta heart
sh-t gets thick when the light gets dark
she say, she gots a lick for me
(well, hook it up)

worth about two hundred g’s and thirty keys
now, check this out dre, now, if i don’t move
then a n-gg- like me, sh-t, i don’t lose
but you know me, dogg i’m movin’
ain’t nuttin’ to it, but to get to groovin’

you been, waitin’ on a n-gg- like me
(wha’s happenin’?)
to take that chance and rob yo’ man and beat up the p-ssy
a victim of the circ-mstance
(yeah, right)

that’s the devil, they always wanna dance
see, we go out with a bang
(bang, bang)
i’m tryin’ to work this cold thang and take this whole thang

i get the money everywhere that i go
(i go)
i bust a b-tch and take her money fo’ sho
(fo’ sho)

i get the money everywhere that i go
(i go)
i bust a b-tch and take her money fo’ sho
(fo’ sho)

aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, you don’t wanna step to me
still claimin’ d.p.g. ’til the day i d i e
aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, you don’t wanna step to me
still claimin’ d.p.g. ’til the day i d i e

aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, you don’t wanna step to me
still claimin’ d.p.g. ’til the day i d i e
aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, you don’t wanna step to me
still claimin’ d.p.g. ’til the day i d i e

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