[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 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