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U Know(Ft.Dr.Dre) Lyrics

U Know(Ft.Dr.Dre) by Xzibit  

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U Know(Ft.Dr.Dre) [Xzibit]
Most niggaz get it confused right? Huh
They think it's all chronic and palm trees out this muh'f**ka
b**ches and bikinis, listen, huh

Some niggaz is better left alone
I place you underneath the very ground you walkin on
And ain't no children in this motherf**ker, drop your tone
Ain't got no business even f**kIN with no microphones
So yo it's me against the world, and ain't got sh*t to lose
My heavy artillery built to make the masses move
I carry tools that'll pick you up and out your shoes
Xzibit bringin new meanin to alcohol abuse
I wanna fall up in the spot where all the b**ches at
Holdin somethin heavy to help you straighten out your back
A couple of drinks and I bend you over the kitchen sink
So what you think I owe you somethin b**ch for f**kin me?
(b**ch) Get a grip, misery love company, check it
Xzibit show you the difference between real life and makin a record
Makin the moves and connections that you never expected
What good is money and the fame if you never respected?
Check it out

[Chorus]
You know, who's runnin these f**kin streets
(You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga)
Don't be actin like your sh*t don't stink (c'mon)
Y'all ain't f**kin with X
You know, we roll so f**kin deep
(Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)
Cause you're actin like your sh*t don't stink

[Xzibit]
Yo, I ain't afraid of them f**kin invisible gats
you always bringin out in your raps
My sh*t'll quickly make you fold and collapse
My goal to strictly takin over the map, by any means
Hustle and make more tracks than a her-on fiend
Keep my enemies on a first name basis
and hate them niggaz like a skinhead racist
Chuck Taylors and fat laces
Stompin hoes through y'all turf
I hurt worse than natural childbirth
A chick can suck my dick til the big squirt (AH-AHH!)
The song work, so ain't no playin wit us
Findin out where you rest your head and I'm sprayin it up
The remains that's left behind can probably fit in a cup
You pressin your luck, you makin yourselves easy to touch
I'm from the home of the hit 'em up, only two ways
You droppin some shells or you get 'em up, back in the days
there was a time there was this woman that I want to keep up
but nowadays when I see you I'm just tryin to f**k
so check it out

[Chorus]
You know, who's runnin these f**kin streets
(The king of these West coast gangsta beats, niggaz)
Always droppin off nothin but straight heat
so stay the f**k out of the way
You know, we roll so f**kin deep
(Round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)
Cause you're actin like your sh*t don't stink
Y'all ain't f**kin with Dre

[Dr. Dre]
Thangs just ain't the same since he came out
Two thousand and one, came blew the game out
I heard you was hot {*huff*} blew your flame out
And got the nerve to believe you hold the same cloud?
I thought I told you, keep my name out of your f**kin mouth
(But Dr. Dre!) See that's exactly what I'm talkin bout
That sh*t right there, that's all day long
Just don't stop, I gots to be alone at the top
Forever ready loaded and locked, with niggaz that'll circle yo' block
and let 'em pop til some bodies get dropped
It's Doc Holiday in the flesh
(Still) hold it down, represent, resurrect the West
(Still) holdin ground, touchin down, with my nigga X
(Still) send a couple through yo' chest if you disrespect
Dr. Dre comin back (sh*t) I never left
The number one ranked highest paid celebrity guest
That's eight digits, motherf**kers

[Chorus]
You know, who's runnin these f**kin streets
(You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga)
Don't be actin like your sh*t don't stink (c'mon)
Y'all ain't f**kin with X
You know, we roll so f**kin deep
(Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)
Cause you're actin like your sh*t don't stink (YO)
Y'all ain't f**kin with X



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