Intro: Xzibit Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what Snoop double, D O G, what, mr. X to the Z, yeah, and Kurupt The kingpin, DoggHouse Records takin over the shit in the '99 What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh It's the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo
HOOK: Xzibit I got a big bang theory my hardcore comittee Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city Chronic low ridin bitches with silicon tities (we gon bounce and ball until the wheels fall off) I got a big bang theory my hardcore committee Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city Affiliated with thousands sent out medallions (we gon bounce and floss until the wheels fall off
[Kurupt] Chest plates hit with gauges, sawed off, hauled off Blast wit somethin and I breaks all the walls off Fuck it, tie my flag around my mouth Blue rag on my face, blue rag in my left pocket Pistols screamin, unleashin pure fury Smash, snatch the pockets and all the jewelry Glass shattering, blastin, niggas scatterin Scat, takin three to four to the back I'm back motherfucker, live broadcast Show my face, with my rag on, let me throw my hood in the air Let me put 'bout two in the air Let me show these motherfuckers that I don't care It's a symphony composed of killers and armed forces Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
[Pinky] It's goin down by the year 2 G I'm goin be flyin through the hood, duckin, dodgin the heat My niggas watch the street, be it rain, snow, or sleet Us niggas gon eat, makin troops we creep Losin the jeep, runnin on feet, survivin off the land money and Gun in hand, operation quicksand Aint tryin ta put the mark of the beast on my hand I had to bless the head of a military man Jumped into the back of the 4 door sedan All up in the trunk was the hidden contraband Fuck a middleman, my pistols aim directly from Iran Looking from a third eye, I spot the hidden cam I know what you look like, I know how you think I'm the type of bitch to pop a pill up in your drink
HOOK
[CPO] Bitch, fuck that, you bring fat rag, here's cheese You work your fuckin employees You know you get all excited like that Stack it through them hoodlum back, cuz I like it like that, bitch I kill drama, shit get action packed When I jump out the black stealth bomber Cuz it's bout, you know, I want the fuckin mansion pad To heal that bitch sittin on So don't waste the fuckin cheese that you earn Rotate the fuckin weed that you burn Don't fuck with Bossy off the glam, Rollin crack , blow blocks in half
[Tray Deee] We rides on visitors and takes no prisoners Handles all business and pay off the comissioner Big time crime figure niggas gettin riches 20 inches whippin all we givin hittin switches Twistin flippin chickens stickin victims if they slippin Trippin, on the mission and my trigga finga itchin Positioned at your dome, one twitch and it's on No remorse or second thoughts once the clip and the chrome This is the zone, weak niggas covers get blown Stoned killers and gorillas want whatever you want Shake spots with bank nots, keep the thang cocked And leave motherfuckers stripped to tank tops We the gang, it's our thang to mash and maintain Gangbang slang came and aint gon change All out till we fall out, fuck the world DoggHouse style with the chucks and curls
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