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{*ad libs for the first 30 seconds*}



[dove]

Yo - who hold guns and rock ice bigger than life;

Got bitches throwin they drawers on stage - that aint me!

I raise kids, push whips, piss an mc

Love money like I love my moms

Love my nigga com sense when he bang dents all up in they wallets

Wall to wall bullshit I got hardwood floors

Set sail for tour ever since eighty-nine

So yall are fuckin the same hoes who used to be mine



[tash]

And Ive 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

Fuck around with me and next youll find yo crib burglarized



[xzibit]

Yo you better recognize and try to analyze this

Hand over fist - how can a man act like a bitch?

Change and switch, snitch on his crew

Yo get rid of the niggaz before the same thing happen to you



[pos]

And theyll leave your ass sticky like glue

Blood leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out

Got you on your knees like a freak, jugglin deez nuts

Smugglin these cuts from s.c., you best be-

-lieve theres no web or leave a net

We done swallowed 40 bottles of threat, yo



Chorus: all together



What you know about my writes? (my writes)

What you know about whats weak, whats tight?

And what you know about an off night? (uhh)

What you know about niggaz frontin for the light?

And what you know about them gun fights? (gun fights)

Got a nigga 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

Im 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 tellys a desert eagle for all the fuckin shots I called

My niggaz gotta ball, never settle for less

Heavy metal, heavy on yo chest like two breasts

Step into my office cause its 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 pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause I want it

They stomach what I throw, they know Im 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, piss 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 ima say e-swift did it



Chorus w/ minor variations



[tash]

And Ive been known to get it on, past the break of the dawn

Tashll punch you in your grill and leave "potholes in yo lawn"

(cmon!) you makin diss songs? spit that rhyme my way

I can shut yall niggaz 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 niggaz 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

Im - 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 niggaz like gladys

Them little pips, they done tripped the wire

Blamin they legs, while Im claimin these tunes

In this well 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 fuck 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 its time to return

My only concern is makin sure that hollywood burn,

Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass niggaz

Is all up in the game and dont 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 fuck up! {*laughing*}

{*ad libs for the first 30 seconds*}



[dove]

Yo - who hold guns and rock ice bigger than life;

Got bitches throwin they drawers on stage - that aint me!

I raise kids, push whips, piss an mc

Love money like I love my moms

Love my nigga com sense when he bang dents all up in they wallets

Wall to wall bullshit I got hardwood floors

Set sail for tour ever since eighty-nine

So yall are fuckin the same hoes who used to be mine



[tash]

And Ive 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

Fuck around with me and next youll find yo crib burglarized



[xzibit]

Yo you better recognize and try to analyze this

Hand over fist - how can a man act like a bitch?

Change and switch, snitch on his crew

Yo get rid of the niggaz before the same thing happen to you



[pos]

And theyll leave your ass sticky like glue

Blood leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out

Got you on your knees like a freak, jugglin deez nuts

Smugglin these cuts from s.c., you best be-

-lieve theres no web or leave a net

We done swallowed 40 bottles of threat, yo



Chorus: all together



What you know about my writes? (my writes)

What you know about whats weak, whats tight?

And what you know about an off night? (uhh)

What you know about niggaz frontin for the light?

And what you know about them gun fights? (gun fights)

Got a nigga 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

Im 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 tellys a desert eagle for all the fuckin shots I called

My niggaz gotta ball, never settle for less

Heavy metal, heavy on yo chest like two breasts

Step into my office cause its 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 pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause I want it

They stomach what I throw, they know Im 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, piss 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 ima say e-swift did it



Chorus w/ minor variations



[tash]

And Ive been known to get it on, past the break of the dawn

Tashll punch you in your grill and leave "potholes in yo lawn"

(cmon!) you makin diss songs? spit that rhyme my way

I can shut yall niggaz 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 niggaz 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

Im - 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 niggaz like gladys

Them little pips, they done tripped the wire

Blamin they legs, while Im claimin these tunes

In this well 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 fuck 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 its time to return

My only concern is makin sure that hollywood burn,

Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass niggaz

Is all up in the game and dont 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 fuck up! {*laughing*}

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