[Intro]:

[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 mattress 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