[Hook x2]

Let me roll somethin' witcha

Let me smoke somethin' witcha

Let me light this up

Let me blow somethin' withca



[Verse 1]

Mr X to the Z dog, I had to do it

Locked the game down like Martha Stewart

Like a big bodied Mercedes, get into it

This ain't no luck of the draw, I'm supposed to do it

They say we're in the last days so I stay with the bottle

And stay swingin' for the fifths like its no tomorrow

Make a nigga trade hard like I'm custom model

Each one, teach one, we gonna lead, so follow

Niggaz soft like avocado, trying to hold bravado

My tips be hollow, some real hard shit to swallow

It's the S.A.S express don't get caught on the tracks

We got no brakes we just break backs

We came in broke, now we got to leave with the whole stack

Get slapped get smoked like a dope sack

Cannabis and cheeba on the block with a heater

Like if I can't sell mine, y'all can't neither



[Chorus]

You can read me in the magazines

Or watch me on the TV screen

If you ever tryin' to take for me

That's gon' be the last day you breath

Nobody here rides for free

You fuckin' with a real O.G

I stick 'n move like a young Ali

You can't hit what you can't see.... (me, me)



[Hook]

Let me roll somethin' witcha

Let me smoke somethin' witcha

Let me light this up

Let me blow somethin' withca



[Verse 2]

To all my niggaz drinkin' Cool-O

Gettin' bent in prison

Watchin' the game, they can't stop us from livin'

I was givin' the direction but I never took it

The path was crooked and cracked so I learned to cook it

It's the black ?, the world on his back

Animal instinct, adjust to my habitat

Any situation, react

You get manhandled and slapped down, mean not fuckin' around

I think big like the heart that rests in my chest

Fuck punk motherfuckers that pray for my death

Niggaz want me to show love, but ain't none left

Won't speak no names, I won't waste my breath

Got too much stamina, too much energy

Strengthen capabilities to crush my enemies

And that feelin' brings me peace and tranquility

Real estate, power, sports cars in Italy



[Chorus]

You can read me in the magazines

Or watch me on the TV screen

If you ever tryin' to take for me

That's gon' be the last day you breath

Nobody here rides for free

You fuckin' with a real O.G

I stick 'n move like a young Ali

You can't hit what you can't see...(me, me)



[Hook]

Let me roll somethin' witcha 

Let me smoke somethin' witcha

Let me light this up

Let me blow somethin' withca



[Verse 3]

Another nigga like Xzibit just can't be found

I eliminate dead weight slowin' me down

Don't know how to back down only hold my ground

Check the resume

They just cock it and spray

Ya'll niggaz just sloppy and gay, get hit with a K

Stand trial for murder and lock me away

Throwin' bows like Anthony Pillar

For my foes, bullet hoes through ya clothes and that fake Chinchilla

For all my niggaz in the hustle, celebrate ya life

Fucking Bush administration tryin' to take your life

X man exchange the data, hate the hater

Hit the earth so hard leaving cracks and craters

Niggaz wanna spend money on hats and gaters

Hoes in Vegas they gotta have chrome and dames

But don't wanna do a third of the work

I built an empire from dirt

I put you in a world of hurt...fucker!!!



[Chorus]

You can read me in the magazines

Or watch me on the TV screen

If you ever tryin' to take for me

That's gon' be the last day you breath

Nobody here rides for free

You fuckin' with a real O.G

I stick 'n move like a young Ali

You can't hit what you can't see...(me, me)