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[Verse 1] [Em]Most[Dm] nigg[C]as[Em] get it confused, right? Huh, [Dm]they think it's [C]all chronic [Em]an d palm trees Out this motherfucker, bitches in bikinis, [Dm]listen, huh [C]Some nig[Bm]gas is better lef[Em]t alone [Verse 2] I'll plant you underneath the very ground you walkin' on [Dm]And ain't no child[C]ren in this [Bm]motherfucker, [Em]drop your tone Ain't got no business even fuckin' with no microphones [Dm]So yo, it's me against the w[Bm]orld, and ain't got shit to lose [Em]My heavy artillery built to make the masses move [Dm]I carry tools that'll pick[Em] you up and out your shoes Xzibit bringin' new meanin' to alcohol abuse [Dm]I wanna fall[C] up in the spot [Bm]where all the [Em]bitches at Holdin' somethin' heavy to help you straighten out your back [Dm]A couple of dr[C]inks and I bend[Em] you over the kitchen sink So what, you think I owe you somethin' bitch for fuckin' me? [Dm](Bitch) Get a gr[C]ip, [Bm]misery love [Em]company, check it Xzibit show you the difference between real life [Dm]and makin' a re[C]cord Makin' [Em]the moves and connections that you never expected What good is money and the fame if you [Dm]never respected Check [Em]it out [Verse 3] You [Em]know, who's runnin' these fuckin' streets [Dm](You get [C]involved, you gettin [Bm]slapped with the [Em]heat, nigga) Don't be actin' like your shit don't stink [Dm](c'mon) Y'all ain't [C]fuckin' with [Bm]X You [Em]know, we roll so fuckin' [Dm]deep (Yeah, round after [C]round in [Bm]the middle of the [Em]street, niggas) 'Cause you're actin' like your shit don't stink [Verse 4] [Dm]Yo, I ain't [C]afraid of them fuck [Em]in' invisible gats You always bringin' out in your raps My shit'll quickly make you [Dm]fold and col[C]lapse My goal [Bm]to strictly takin' over [Em]the map, by any means Hustle and make more tracks than a [Dm]heroin fiend Keep [Bm]my enemies on a first name [Em]basis And hate them niggas like a skinhead racist Chuck [Dm]Taylors and fat [C]laces Stomp[Bm]in' hoes through [Em]y'all turf I hurt worse than actual childbirth A chick can suck [Dm]my dick 'til the [C]bitch [Bm]squirt (ah-ah) The song [Em]work, so ain't no playin' wit us Findin out where you rest your head and I'm [Dm]sprayin' it [C]up The remain[Em]s that's left behind can probably fit in a cup You pressin' your luck, you makin' yourselves [Dm]easy to touch [C]I'm from the[Bm] home of the hit 'em up, [Em]only two ways You droppin' some shells or you get 'em up, [Dm]back in the [C]days There was a [B]time there was this woman that I [Em]want to keep up But nowadays when I see you I'm just [Dm]tryin' [C]to fuck So check [Bm]it out [Verse 5] [Em]You know who's runnin' these fuckin' streets [Dm](The king of [C]these West Coast [Bm]gangsta beat[Em]s, niggas) Always droppin' off nothin' but straight heat So [Dm]stay the fuck [C]out of the [Bm]way You [Em]know, we roll so fuckin' deep [Dm](Round after round[C] in the midd[Bm]le of the stre[Em]et, niggas) 'Cause you're actin' like your shit don't stink [Dm]Y'all ain't [C]fuckin' with Dre [B]Thangs jus[Em]t ain't [Verse 6] the same since it came out Two thousand and one, [Dm]came blew the [C]game out [Em]I heard you was hot, blew your flame out And got the nerve to be[Dm]lieve you hold the [C]same clout [Em]I thought I told you, keep my name out of your fuckin' mouth (But Dr. Dre!) See that's [Dm]ex actly what I'm [C]talkin' bout [B]That shit right there, tha[Em]t's all day long Just don't stop, I gots to be [Dm]alone at the top [C]Forever rea[Bm]dy, loaded and[Em] locked, with niggas that'll circle yo' block And let 'em pop 'til some [Dm]bodies get [C]dropped It's Doc [Bm]Holiday in the flesh [Em](Still) Hold it down, represent, resurrect [Dm]the West (Still) [C]Holdin' ground, touchin' [Bm]down, with [B]my nigga X [Em](Still) Send a couple through yo' chest if you disrespect [Dm]Dr. Dre [C]comin' back[Bm] [Em](shit) I never left The number one ranked highest paid celebrity guest [Dm]That's eight digit[C]s, motherfucke[Em]rs [Verse 7] You [Em]know, who's runnin' these fuckin' streets [Dm](You get in[C]volved, you gettin [Em]slapped with the heat, nigga) Don't be actin' like your shit don't stink [Dm](c'mon) Y'all ain't [C]fuckin' with [Em]X You know, we roll so fuckin' [Dm]deep (Yeah, round after [C]round in [Bm]the middle of the [Em]street, niggas) 'Cause you're actin' like your shit don't stink [Dm](yo) Y'all ain't [C]fuckin' with X
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