Nigga this is what that jungle do That jungle made me go harder That jungle turned me to a monster You been plottin' nigga, wasn't you? I should have never even fucked with you Yeah I started in the back, had to skip the line though I'mma keep that shit

Man, my life so sweet, I feel like Cody (Cody) I wake up, rinse my mouth with fuckin' codeine (codeine) I don't fuck with nobody Yeah you hardly know me Thirty bottles, yeah the bill is on me (on me) Been livin' fast, no I can't take it slowly (slowly)

Go 'head, ruin my make up (Yeah eh eh) I love it when we make up (Yeah eh eh) Love it when we make up (Yeah eh eh) I like to fuck with you just to make up with you 'Cause the way you be screamin' my name Make me wanna make love to you I might break up

Why, why, why, why? You say you can't live without me So why aren't you dead yet? Why you still breathing? (why, why?) Then why aren't you dead yet? Why do you say that? Why aren't you dead yet? Yeah, tryna fuck me and my mind up It's a reminder you're a

C'mon Xzibit Yeah... Ahh, ahh, E-Dub It's that millennium ridiculous flow, I never let go Niggaz gettin' knocked out is part of my show Let 'em know who they fuckin' with yo, a rhyme wrangler

Ridin' in the 'Bach with the seat way back This white on white Maybach, I call it payback Yeah you know I fuck with Zaytoven, we go way back I'd rather rap a Zay track than a Dre track Catch me flushin' down the street with the top way back I had to give

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o, I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's I'm a wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy There he go that's John Doe Yeah bitch yeah bitch I'm with Steve-o This liquor got the best of me Yeah Cobain's back

You get the bag and fumble it I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah) Straight out the lot, three hundred cash (cash) And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah) Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (thot) And she gon' fuck up a bag (yeah) Pull up to

It's about to be a robbery (Robbery) It's about to be a robbery Fuckin' with me, fuckin' with me Don't make a sound (Don't make a sound), don't make a sound (Don't make a sound) Yeah, a robbery It's about to be a robbery (Oh, we 'bout to rob 'em) LJ on

I'ma fuck up my life Yeah right, yeah right But you know I don't mind Never give a single fuck about me Yeah, you bet she know that we ain't Never gonna be together, I see Yeah, you bet I go to see you when I'm feeling like a drum without a beat Yeah,