(feat. KRS-One)

[KRS-One]
You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. Dre
You know what time it is!
Xzibit steps up to the mic
layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground
My name is KRS-One, and it´s REAL!!

[Xzibit]
Well it´s me, down with D-R-E
X to the Z rocks any party
Rocks the beats, and the breaks
Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place
Cause suckers shake, while I´m creatin
They get together and they start to hatin
How can we take him out one time
cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes
I might go first, and he´ll go second
I´ll wreck ´em, deck ´em, set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot shit I like
So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice
Cause I´ll go third, and he´ll go fourth
By the fifth eat shit, you´ll step off
Six is your beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelveth I go for self
Rockin L.A. like no one else..
You can check any rapper from the underground scene
but few have dropped hot shit and seen green
Some have dope twelve inches, count ´em
But not many niggaz have slammin albums
X to the Z rocks consistantly
I´m "Criminal Minded" so don´t fuck with me
Why? Well that´s my secret baby
I don´t take shit, so fuck you, pay me
So you can call me, a public servant
Not a king but a teacher I believe I´ve earned it
So I just walk, or ride my bike
and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight
Give me a chance and I´ll rock the house
But let a motherfucker try to take me out
Cause male or female, I will strangle
If it´s a label, they have to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids
Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge
Step right up if that´s what you like
but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke
In the night at a height right for flight
Way out of sight, you bite, I recite
My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white
as your faggot CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am your mentor
History is mine, it´s time you surrender motherfuckers
and just back up quickly
Your style is sickly but you persist to get me
or outwit me with the style that I created
years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes
Oh, all of a sudden you don´t know
or can´t remember can´t recall can´t bring to mind
that rhyme that place do not chase
I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE
In case you hate I won´t write no tough rap
Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped

[KRS-One]
Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!
I don´t think they understand this shit!
Break this shit over they backs!

[Xzibit]
I don´t dress up to rap or keep a hairdo
I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew
I deny your existence as artists
You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it´s weak
but when you speak through the microphone
you fail to realize, nope, you´re not alone on the earth
The light comes forth cause Mr. X
Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh
I snatch the mic and get hype
Behave, before you make the news front page
Headed for the grave and the wake
So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK
And put a little pep in your step
X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation
in the nation, in creation
All you assholes in ANY occupation
Like rappers with nothin to say
I CRUSH ´EM like chronic and then smoke ´em with Dre
Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I´d rather
gather together and splatter
whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over
when you push the record but don´t push the culture

[KRS-One]
Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin
Yo Xzibit, keep rockin!

[Xzibit]
Just throw your hands in the sky
Still believe real niggaz never die
And if you in this life just gettin by
Somebody say, "I´m high!"
(I´m high!) "I´m high!"
(I´m high!) Yeah, and you don´t stop
Yeah..

[KRS-One]
Woop woop, woop, woop woop!
You know what time it is
Pull over, all wack emcees, AHH-AHHH!
Yo.. YO! You are tuned in.. to the ultimate..
underground.. rawness! Straight off the street
Xzibit, turn it up..

D.N.A (Drugs-N-Alkahol) (feat. Snoop Dogg)

[X] Drugs-N-Alkahol baby! Ahhh!
[S] Uhh.. mm that´s funky.. ohh!

[Xzibit]
Huh, I´m Mr. What-The-Fuck-You-Lookin-At
I´m Mr. Quick-To-Run-And-Get-The-Gat
Treat you like the hoosd like a diplomat
Xzibit used to push a ´llac, now I´m Range Rovin´
Takin over never sober, bear witness like Jehovah
Enemies fall like October
Restless standin tall like a soldier
We thick like the first Motorola brick cellular phones
cut to the bone, celebratin "Dre Day"
Love it or leave it alone (ha hah)
Just consider me the heir to the throne
The lifestyle of the savage and well known protectin my owns
Rolling stone bringin it home, time for transition
Don´t talk too loud, you might find yourself missin
Look into my eyes, all you see is will to survive
by any means, retreatin to the Phillipines
to meditate, liftin train like a heavyweight
Hit you and run with a California license plate

[Chorus: Xzibit + Snoop]
[X] When y´all niggaz stop actin like bitches
[X] bitches stop actin like niggaz we can all clock figures
[S] Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick
[S] They all on my dick, FUCK THAT SHIT!
[X] When y´all bitches stop actin like niggaz
[X] niggaz stop actin like bitches we can all get riches
[S] Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick
[S] FUCK THAT SHIT! We can all get rich!

[Snoop Dogg]
Doggy Dogg is bout to blow up
All.. these Snoop Dogg haters need to slow up, sho´ nuff
Know what? X, the game is gettin sewn up
but I´m speedin ´em up and leavin ´em
I´m buckin ´em til they bleedin bruh
Hold up, FUCK THAT, you tryin to get swoll up
by the mic controller, clip reloader
Frozen exposure, condos of a composer
Sick like a bowl-of, a bowl of deez nuts
Fuck him up, cross him out, then toss him out
With the stamp on his head, nigga Dogghouse
Nigga I´m universal crackin Down South (ya heard?)
Poppin my collar with my dick in your girl´s mouth, ha ha
You act like you a dude you get smashed on
Full out my bitches with your fucked up attitude
Nappy-head hoes, worse than bitch niggaz
I treat ´em all the same, bitch check yo´ game!

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
With the flick of a wrist, send you deep into the abyss
I don´t pop Cryst´, but will pop a nigga with this
Made my way to the top of the list, raised your fifth
Anything to keep it movin make it harder to hit
We survive when you thought we was finished and done
Lookin over my cold shoulder is Attila the Hun
The gatling gun, guillotine, Don King´s American Dream
Since sixteen, shoulda been a marine
Makin the whole scene collapse, millenium raps
Why fight for scraps, relax and take the whole plate witcha
The penny pitcher with a whole lot of come and get ya
You gettin my picture or do I have to let ´em hit ya? HUAHH!
Feel the adrenaline rush whenever I bust
Got eyes in back of my head
The people the I trust is just like me
Full of spite with very large appetites
I´m too complex to break down in black and white

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
(AH-AHHH!) Niggaz, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, ahhh
Yes.. X to the Z, D-O-double-to-the-motherfuckin-G, OOOH-WEE!
Ahh.. this shit funky right here my nigga
Yeah, +Open Bar+ nigga, we gettin fucked up
Three four in the morning, ain´t no time limits
Huh huh, you ain´t tryin to hotbox with us nigga
Roll some X, y´know!
Ahh.. niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, it´s all the same though