[Hightower]: Baby, do me a favor, call up Xzibit for me.
 [Xzibit]: Allo?
 [Girl]: Hello, Xzibit?
 [Xzibit]: Yeah, yeah, what's up?
 [Girl]: Hold on one second ok?
 [Xzibit]: Alright
 [Hightower]: Xzibit?
 [Xzibit]: Hey, what's up?
 [Hightower]: It's Ron, Hightower.
 [Xzibit]: Ah, what's up dude, what's goin' down?
 [Hightower]: Eh nigga, it ain't nothin' but a party!
 [Xzbibit]: Yoo! shit it's goin' down?
 [Hightower]: Hey, let me tell you something.
 I got some ladies over here, you know...
 [Girl]: Hi Xzibit!
 [Xzibit]: What's up?
 [Hightower]: He he, see what I'm saying.
 They were just trying, you know, to tell you hello and shit
 But listen why don't you do this
 When you're done over there, why don't you come here and shit
 You know what I'm saying?
 That way they can tell you hello on person
 [Xzibit]: Ah alrihgt, you want me to bring you somethin'
 [Hightower]: Hey, bring yourself, I'm sure they can handle the rest
 You know what I mean?
 [Xzibit]: Yeah yeah, alright, I'll be over there in a minute.
 [Hightower]: Peace!
 [Xzibit]: Alright

 [Verse One]:

 [Xzibit]:
 It's a lazy Sunday night
 Xzibit posted at the lab
 Gettin' high as a kite
 Proceed to rolll the light
 It's real tight
 In a paper Philly Blunts I don't need
 It might fuck off the taste
 Of this bomb ass weed
 My nigga Tango and Breeze
 Came thru we blaze a few
 Together bored as fuck
 Niggas down for whatever
 Break left from the bomb
 Phone call from Ron Hightower
 Shower at his crib in a hour
 All the women involved drop drawers
 Don't say nothin'
 Just a lota nuttin'
 Fuckin' plus dick suckin'
 Goddamn who was that?
 Half black with the fat ass
 Too much to ask if you can put them on the glass
 [For me]
 My name's Xzibit
 I aint' tryin' to spit game
 Just tell me your name
 And the proportions of your frame
 [38-26-32]
 That's right
 Xzibit now has it poppin' on Sunday night

 [Chorus]: (2x)
 I don't wanna save 'em
 Pay em' or buy clothes
 All we really wanna do
 Is try to fuck these hoes

 [Verse Two]:

 [Rass Kass]:
 You knew the game
 And you still ended up on your back...

 [Xzibit]:
 Bitches get laid like tracks
 Break it down like that
 With stacks of profilactics
 Got ill tactics just to get you on the matress like yo
 [girl moaning in background]
 With minimal conversation
 No time wastin'
 Only hard penetration
 Gettin' shiners on recliners
 Cummin' in your faces
 Stop! Get on top
 I take your mind different places
 Won't be satisfied till I hit every race
 Color and creed in deed
 All I need is weed a fly steez
 Who ain't afraid to take the lead
 A little dirt on your knees
 Looked over saw Breeze
 Laid out on the couch about to let it all out
 Nigga that's the kinda shit that I'm talkin' about

 [Chorus]: (4x)
 I don't wanna save em'
 Pay em' or buy clothes
 All we really wanna do
 Is try to fuck these hoes