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Dove
Yo - who hold guns and rock ice bigger than life;
got girls throwin they drawers on stage - that ain't me!
I raise kids, push whips, pi*s an MC
Love money like I love my moms
Love my nigg* Com Sense when he bang dents all up in they wallets
Wall to wall bulls**t I got hardwood floors
Set sail for tour ever since eighty-nine
so y'all are fkin the same hoes who used to be mine
Tash
And I've been waitin three summers to rhyme longside my people
Rico, De La, inject you with the lethal
dose of hop-hippin if you thought CaTash was slippin
then put that drink down, you drunk off what you sippin
CaTash put the dip in dip dive socialize
fk around with me and next you'll find yo' crib burglarized
Xzibit
Yo you better recognize and try to analyze this
Hand over fist - how can a man act like a b*tch?
Change and switch, snitch on his crew
Yo get rid of the before the same thing happen to you
Pos
And they'll leave your as* sticky like glue
Blood leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfkin cops tweakin out
Got you on your knees like a freak, jugglin deez nuts
Smugglin these cuts from S.C., you best be-
-lieve there's no web or leave a net
We done sw*llowed 40 bottles of threat, yo
Chorus: all together
What you know about my writes? (my writes)
What you know about what's weak, what's tight?
And what you know about an off night? (uhh)
What you know about frontin for the light?
And what you know about them gun fights? (gun fights)
Got a nigg* duckin while them girls show fright
What you know about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)
Xzibit
Yeah, yeah, look
I'm Samson without Delilah, the soul survivor
The drunk driver that rolls straight, take the whole cake
Chop it up with the family, wash it down with alcohol
My telly's a Desert Eagle for all the fkin shots I called
My gotta ball, never settle for less
Heavy metal, heavy on yo' chest like two breasts
Step into my office cause it's time for you to roll somethin
One false move, and we gon' beat you like you stole somethin
Pos
Yo these style I kick should be called ?? rap
Drawin the p*ssy out the nigg* after my prize, cause I want it
They stomach what I throw, they know I'm right for they diet
They librarian flow keeps the party real quiet (shhhhh)
The love I lost outweighs the rhymes I gain
but the fact that I spit 'em makes me cherish the name
So pass the mic so I can put in my share
I rip it from home to L.A.
with connectin flights to rip it elsewhere
J-Ro
Drinkin up Black & Tan in the back of a van
I learned as a young man - long trip, pi*s in a can
Gettin a house for two grand, now you got your own land
Let your mind expand, everyday have a plan
Ro-Gram is rare earth, swingin Black Tarzan
You got to live with the cards dealt in yo' hand
Stay young like Peter Pan, like Sly, take a Stand
and go Uptown Saturday Night like Ichiban
Dove
I keep it dirty like under the bed (dirty)
Dirty like Uncle Red; aiyyo, (??) (??)
Dirty brown Likwit flow thicker than the Yoo-Hoo
Dirt you dishin out, chef tellin it all
Face down in the dirt, doin my dirty work
Expert, tryin to regulate my network
Head jerk, spice it with rice, stick with it
If they ask who cut the grits I'ma say E-Swift did it
Chorus w/ minor variations
Tash
And I've been known to get it on, past the break of the dawn
Tash'll punch you in your grill and leave "Potholes in Yo' Lawn"
(C'mon!) You makin diss songs? Spit that rhyme my way
I can shut y'all down like the Y-2-K
I did a tour in ninety-four with De La Soul and Tribe
We on the same vibe, cause real coincide
("Right-right-right..") The situation is drastic
but see songs like these is why this album goin classic
J-Ro
This is for the DJ, bring it back one time
I drop bombs like when my moms told me to rhyme
I'm - old school like my dad is
So add this, to your collect', Plug Won - who the baddest?
Pos
Aiyyo we theme park status, upstage these like Gladys
Them little Pips, they done tripped the wire
Blamin they legs, while I'm claimin these tunes
In this we'll stay down like seats found in sorority bathrooms
Xzibit
Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the real from the plastic
and I gotta say no names
Play no games, hit the switches, crack the frame
Show no shame or fk it all up, take the blame
Brand name fresh out the box type hustle
Manpower success is mind over muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off, accept the loss
I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss
Nailed to the cross it's time to return
My only concern is makin sure that Hollywood burn,
Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass
is all up in the game and don't deserve to be down
J-Ro
Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick back
De La, Xzibit and Tha Liks came to get that
And what you know about us droppin ya
and leavin you with half a face like the Phantom of the Opera?
Chorus w/ minor variations
Chorus extended
Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)
Tash
You got the right to shut the fk up! *laughing*
