(Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, X to the Z)
 Yeah
 (Uncle L, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers)
 Yeah, Yeah

 Pour your Dom on the floor, try to flow with me
 Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me (Whooo)
 Your momma wanna chase, I'm just statin' the fact
 L.A. think about your broad all I want is the stacks
 Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at *HaHaHaHa*
 So you made a little dough, but wutchu doin' wit that?
 Thought 'cha girl ain't feelin me
 Why she grillin' me, Black?
 Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back
 On my lap, in the jet to Miami and back
 When I tear through new school, all y'all records is whack
 I'm from Q, for Quiet Killers
 and U know I deliver
 The double N, enough ammo for every nigga
 S, that spell Queens stupid ass, run it back
 That HBO shit, I must address that
 Once and for all, what's my opinion on Jamie Foxx?
 He pussy. Pussy ain't funny as Chris Rock, Ha

 [Chorus: LL Cool J](Snoop){Xzibit}[Both]
 You can't fuck wit me
 {Can't fuck with me}
 I don't care about your imagery
 (Fuck, nigga)
 Give a fuck who you claim to be
 (Fucker, c'mon)
 You still can't fuck wit me
 [You can't fuck with me]
 You can't fuck wit me
 [You can't fuck with me]
 I don't care about your imagery
 (Fucker){Mother Fucker}
 Give a fuck who you claim to be
 {Yeah}(Nigga what)
 You still can't fuck wit me

 [Jayo Felony]
 No Go
 Who you thought it was? Don't be fuckin' wit my Uncle, 'cuz
 One does up dick the pen in my streets go one way
 I kill 'em In Living Color, on Any Given Sunday
 They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill is my style
 And if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now
 And get em with Juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects
 You wanna die next?
 Nah, he wanna live, and he loves his kids
 We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock
 Gimme the key, run up in your spot
 Like, you on your belly, gimme the key
 What is it gonne be, what it is gonne see
 When your blutter don't mean
 And if he keep tryna wipe it off, like "Nigga, what's this song mean"
 L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak like that?
 Tattoed Def Jam under your wing like that
 What? You a rider, not in my house, Mouth
 Glad to escape down south to my Miami house
 And fifty spring in the couch

 [Chorus]

 [Xzibit]
 Let's play a game of big bank take little bank (Yeah)
 Big dank take little dank (Yeah)
 I average ninety-five in the paint (C'mon)
 We comin' down like a shank
 I know you wanna ride, but you can't
 We all up in your shit like a shank *ugh*
 Don't make me stop and pull brakes
 Ya two downs are lookin cool, freakin a sound
 Yo, I get fucked up and terroize the town
 I'm the circus ring master so fuck the clowns
 I bust, lyrics and rounds at the Lyricist Lounge
 Lost and Found a new identity, from here to infinity (Yeah)
 God have mercy on all my enemies
 Don't even test, waist your breath or your energy
 Knock ya whole family off, like the Kennedy's
 I'm pledge sicker than age, with no type of remedy
 Makin' niggas retire but reclaim disability
 Agility, keppin' y'all outta the state penitentiary

 [Chorus]

 [Snoop Dogg]
 Look, nigga I, regulate, bake the cake
 Shake the fake, while keepin my faith (Uh-huh)
 Demonstatin' from the funk shit to the H
 I bring the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate
 You weedin' at my table, did you say your grace? (Huh)
 You say the wrong thing and I'ma smack your face (Bee-atch)
 Chase these niggas or waste these niggas (Say what)
 You did fucked up cuz I'm break these niggas
 Spray them, liquidate 'em, fade 'em all
 Suckers, I hate 'em, laws I pay them off
 Big Dogg, in this motherfuckin' bar
 Wit Uncle L, don't tell Baby Dogg, "Yes y'all"
 We do this with no flaws
 I love my bitch wit no drawers and no bras
 No laws, we break 'em from the get-go
 Slidin' by, ridin high when we get-go
 Love it or leave it, we love livin illegal
 Servin' or swervin in a '85 Regal
 Look here, bitch, you ain't a motherfuckin' Beagel
 I take off on your ass like an eagle
 Wherever we go, we stay connected with my peoples
 Just incase a motherfucker wanna G Funk
 Two of the homies, and one of 'em got a piece on
 And they never hesitate to dissolve