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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