Rick Rock - Dos Equis lyrics

[Verse 1: Xzibit] I'm a plastic surgeon, fix your face I got Nascar numbers, I was build to race Gone be a long hot summer, Hubble 'scope from space It's the next best thing since making soda and base It ain't the drill at a hun', it ain't the paper we're chasing Or these b**hes that you came to toot, that's basically basic I'm getting white boy wasted, I'm waking up with a p**n star She walking around naked like she my personal all star I push one bu*ton and boom: "hey, baby, how can I serve you today? " p**y wet as a typhoon, a** is unreal, it look like a cartoon Immaculate backstroke, an*l and deep throat Whatever the f** I want you get to makin' it happen Powder her nose and she never take a break in the action sh**, I'm about to miss my flight First cla** to London, f**ing with you all night [Hook: Game] Back up in this motherf**er, spending all my money in here Cause I don't care blowing kush in the air Dropping car, feeling like spaceships Riding with models and stripping ace in the club Show international girls how to do it with dub While my chain swing left to right We came to party, we can do it all night And my money never run out, we party 'till the sun out We have Patron shots, and we know we're about to dumb out [Verse 2: RBX] Wes, uncut, welcome him home From BJ to YJ, now the G grown One click of the wrist, the competitor gone Flight patrol on your turf like the predator drone, whoa Not to mention pit bull bully Razore edge bloodline, Nutro fed fully Stupid, get it right, off the chain for the fight One flash, green lights Run hit on sight Let's go to war now, rock the Luger steady Wake up to your nightmare, Freddy Krueger's ready One finger slice, now you pay the price Put your life on the line if you feel that nice Cause running bullsh** over here will get you shot Stupid, I'm the truth that's everything you're not X's mark the spot, that's everything that's hot And walk right upon you and run everything you got [Hook: Game] [Verse 3: Xzibit] I, I hit 'em with a nuke, get the p**y They're scared to shoot My n***as get you with the 21 gun, salute I paratroop to your city, hit the club, recruit Let's see some titties Boogie words for sh**ty birds, I learn from the smartest Treat the b**h like a b**h, treat the queen like a goddess I coast it, bombard it, weighting me down Sleight the razor to your throat, what can you say to me now? This is dope, outta boatload, thousands of pounds Keep the crowd in a chokehold, deliver the rounds I went from living with clowns to rocking a crown It protect my self silence oppressed the sound You was up a body violence, working jaw to the ground Making how you got knocked down the talk of the town Stick around for the fireworks, apocalypse now Hear it out, make them dollars work, we smoking that loud [Hook: Game]