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