[Method Man]
Mista Meth in the house! Ha, yeah, break it down
[Xzibit]
When it's all said in done, we gon' be on top
Cause we don't stop, now, lock it down, hit the spot
And clown; n***as relyin on special effects
While the khakis and chronic, got the b**hes still breakin they neck
Move the crowd without breakin a sweat
Trend setter, with a Beretta, so keep it on deck
Cause you never know when Xzibit gonna roll through the set
Don't be scared, just be prepared and quiet as kept
At a night club, talkin bout you don't go out
And you tryin to got to school to make a certain amount
But the last part, I just couldn't figure it out
I guess its real hard to talk with a dick in your mouth
Lightweight, like confetti, steadily tested by motherf**ers who ain't ready
To deal with the legendary
Soopafly, X-Z, and Bullet Loco
Shot callers, clear the whole block like we po-po
[Chorus: Method Man]
Round and round we go, it don't stop
Till we all get dough, c'mon, make it hot
Baby girl to the p**y pop, p**y pop
Lick shots for the p**y pop, pop, pop!
Lookin good with your stink-a**
Type of a** make a n***a pull it over fast
Make it hot, baby girl to p**y pop, p**y pop
Lick shots for the p**y pop, pop pop!
[Jayo Felony]
Well, you gotta pop the p**y, get rid of the next with a name on your gums
Mr. Du Lo gang b**h, who the hell want some
You got titties and a**
But I got a dick and some cash
You ain't talkin bout sh**
Then I'ma smash, b**h
On three, on me, b**h, you my property
Daddy Jayo Felony, ain't nobody stoppin me
And I said daddy, b**h thats what you gon' call me
I ain't no simp or a wimp
I'ma motherf**in pimp
Terrorizin' my hoes, make they high-heels fall off
You got me ? the f**-up, if you think I'm goin soft
On ya; I'm hard on my hoes that's how it goes
b**h, get up off your toes, and get my six-four
? My name, you bounced, so you might as well break bread
And only Du Lo n***as know, whats the head
My name is Billy Loco and this is my opinion
I'm coming from SD, and Du Lo is my religion
Be-b-b-b- atch!
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
I don't save or pray, or ? clothes
All I really wanna do is win the game, f** hoes!
In Jamaica, at the Half Moon Villa, with a k**a
And a c**ain dealer, layin low from the law
See it all comes down to who's quick to draw first
Pay attention, prevention, ridin off in a hearse
Mister X to the you know me
Thousand-dollar b**hes wanna pop the p**y for free
The disfunctional member of the Alkoholik family tree
Frequently bang b**hes, Wu-Tang, k**er Bee
Hennessey on the rocks, with Pina Coloda
At the Ramada, make you work hard like Donna
For the cheese, got you down on your hands and knees
After that we kick back and burn up some trees
Mad shout, cause Xzibit's not the type to be treatin
I'm an Alkaholik and I'm late for my meeting
(Come on, Like that!)
[Chorus]