What you want, babe? I got it She just wanna fuck with a boss So I took her on a cruise 'round the city It don't really matter what it costs 'Cause she know a young nigga gon' get it What you want, hey? I got it Wanna do you right Is you with it, baby?

Go gangsta, keep boppin' Like back when a nigga was clockin' Rock with me, let's get this bitch poppin' See, it's hard to be good, but easy to do evil And I ain't really into meeting with new people I don't know you, you don't know me You don't know the

Niggas keep sayin they gon' heat me up Talkin that shit like they gon' lay me down But when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey What y'all fools know about

Straight outta Southside Crazy motherfucker named Bank-o Crack rap, million doller bankroll Black Lac, for my outta state ho These niggas talk gangster But really ain't tho I'ma stormy night, you a rainbow I'ma G, tight clothes ain't my thing bro

Er'body but me Finna go up Walk right up in the room like fuck er'body but me (er'body but me) Lookin' like it's all good but fuck er'body but me (er'body but me) And I really wish a nigga would say fuck er'body but me (er'body but me) And you could be

Nigga, I'm illy Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly All on my mind is to get more millies Niggaz talk shit that's silly Tell 'em get lost, I'm busy, really? Ay, I run this city, clearly Rebel for the hell of it, hella rich Never have to sell a brick again,

I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's killin' me Not to spray this

Middle finger to my haters, muhfucka why you hating? I'm gone I ain't really wanna do it but I did it to em, nigga I'm gone Leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, I'm gone Even though I'm out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, I'm gone

And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make Intro: Xzibit, I really wish I could you know at twenty-one youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo [I'ma tell

Slappin' a nigga today I feel like slappin' a nigga today (slap, slap) I know it's strange But my brain's gone really insane And I'm off the chain Sipping on a fifth of the Golden Grain This morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed (bed) I'm sick