Buck 'Em

Buck 'Em Lyrics

[Xzibit]
Yeah.. time to bring yo' ass to the table y'all
It's X to the Z Xzibit, yeah (Where you at?)
Snoop double-D, uh, O.G. (West coast, Los Angeles)
What, bringin it live, with Dr. Dre, what?
{*Xzibit makes the "Ghetto Bird" sound*}
Throwin up a BIG-ASS W, coverin up the world right?
YEAHHH! Hah, listen look

You ain't tryin to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Goin down by the second round, all hail the underground
How dat sound? Xzibit backin down from a conflict
f**k the nonsense, terrorist, hidden bomb sh*t
Glass and metal in every direction
Innocent bystanders taught a very hard lesson
I'm the reason there's no time to reach for that weapon
and reason why niggaz with problems keep on steppin
Xzibit ready to scr*p, like Mike Tyson with his license back
Nine to five, minimum wage, what type of life is that
for me? It's blasphemy, you f**kin around
with the Sundance Kid and Butch Cassidy
You had the audacity to wanna tangle with the X
Strangle your neck, slap you like the opposite sex
Drunk drivin tryin to stack my loot
While other rappers gettin "Treated Like a Prostitute"
So check the SoundScan

Chorus One: Snoop Dogg

All I wanna be was a G, ha
My whole life, nigga please, ha
Breakin off these motherf**kin keys, ha
Let's get these motherf**kin G's, ha
Nigga you don't wanna f**k with this..

[Snoop Dogg]
Hmm.. aww nah, big Snoop Dogg
Back up in the heezee bay-bay
You jockin my style, "You so cra-zy"
Dre say, ain't +No Limit+ to this
As long as we drop gangsta sh*t
Look here b**ch, you fine and I dig your style
Come f**k with a nigga, do it +Doggystyle+
I'll be gentle, sentimental
sh*t, we f**ked in the rental
Lincoln, Continental
Hmm, coast to coast, L.A. to Chicago
(Yeah nigga you know what's happenin man)
I get this pussy everywhere that I go
(These b**ches know what time it is)
Ask the b**ches in your hood cause they know
(Hell yeah, hoes know about a nigga like me MAN)
I get the pussy everywhere that I go
(I pimp these hoes, nigga, ha ha)
Ask the b**ches in your hood cause they know

Chorus Two: Xzibit

b**ch please, get down on your god damn knees
For this money chronic clothes and weed (look)
You f**kin with some real O.G's
b**ch please
b**ch please, get down on your motherf**kin knees
We came to get the motherf**kin G's
Yeah, you f**kin' with some real O.G's
You dick-tease!

[Snoop Dogg]
b**ch, please! Now what you need to do is
Hem my coat, and roll me some dough (f'real)
Different strokes (uh-huh) for different folks
Oh, you like settin niggaz up and gettin them loc's
A cute lil' b**ch with a whole lotta heart
sh*t gets thick when the light gets dark
She say she gots a lick for me (well hook it up)
Worth about, two hundred G's and thirty keys
Now check this out Dre, now if I don't move
Then a nigga like me, sh*t I don't lose
But you know me, Dogg I'm movin
Ain't nuttin to it, but to get to groovin
You been, waitin on a nigga like me (whas' happenin)
to take that chance and rob yo' man and beat up the pussy
A victim of the circumstance (yeah right)
That's the devil, they always wanna dance
See we go out with a bang (bang BANG!)
I'm tryin to work this cold thang, and take this whole thang
I get the money everywhere that I go (I go)
I bust a b**ch and take her money fo' sho (fo' sho)
I get the money everywhere that I go (I go)
I bust a b**ch and take her money fo' sho (fo' sho)

Outro: Nate Dogg (repeat 4X to fade)

Aiyyo.. aiyyo aiyyo; you don't wanna step to me
Still claimin D.P.G. - til the day I D-I-E