b*tch Please lyrics

by

George Clinton


[Intro: Xzibit]
Yeah, time to bring your ass to the table, y’all
It’s X to the Z, Xzibit, yeah
Snoop double D, uh, OG (Where you at? West Coast, Los Angeles)
What
Bringin' it live, Dr. Dre, what
Throwin' up a big ass W
Coverin' up the world, right
Yeah, ha
Listen, look

[Verse 1: Xzibit]
You ain't tryna hot box with me, I swig hard liquor
Goin' down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backin' down from a conflict
f*ck the nonsense! Terrorist, here to 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 n*ggas with problems keep on steppin'
Xzibit ready to scrap like Mike Tyson with his license back
9 to 5 minimum wage? What type of life is that?
For me? It's blasphemy, you f*ckin' 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', tryna stack my loot
While other rappers gettin' Treated Like a Prostitute
So check the SoundScan
[Refrain 1: Snoop Dogg]
All I wanna be was a G, ha
My whole life, n*gga please, ha
Breakin' off these motherf*ckin' keys, ha
Let's get these motherf*ckin' G's, ha
n*gga, you don't wanna f*ck with this

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Oh, no, Big Snoop Dogg
Back up in the heezy, baby
You jockin' my style? You so crazy
Dre say, ain't no limit to this
As long as we drop gangsta sh*t
Look here, b*tch, you fine and I dig your style
Come f*ck with a n*gga and do it doggy style
I'll be gentle, sentimental
sh*t, we f*cked in the rental
Lincoln Continental
Coast-to-coast, L.A. to Chicago

[Refrain 2: Snoop Dogg]
(Yeah, n*gga, you know what's happenin', man) I get this pus*y everywhere that I go
(These b*tches know what time it is) Ask the b*tches in your hood 'cause they know (Hell yeah)
(Hoes know about a n*gga like me, man) I get this pus*y everywhere that I go
(I pimp these hoes, n*gga, ha-ha) Ask the b*tches in your hood 'cause they know
[Verse 3: Xzibit]
b*tch, please!
Get down on your Goddamn knees
For this money, chronic, clothes and weed (Look)
Look, you f*ckin' with some real O.G.'s, b*tch please
b*tch, please!
Get down on your motherf*ckin' knees
We came to get the motherf*ckin' cheese
Yeah, you f*ckin' wit' some real O.G.’s, you di*k tease

[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
b*tch, please!
Now what you need to do is
Hem my coat, and roll me some dope (Fo' real)
Different strokes (Huh-uh) for different folks
Oh, you like settin' n*ggas up and gettin' them locs?
A cute lil' b*tch with a whole lotta heart
sh*t gets thick when the light gets dark
She say she got a lick for me (Well, hook it up)
Worth about 200 G's and 30 ki's!
Now check this out, Dre: now, if I don't move
Then a n*gga like me, sh*t, I don't lose
But you know me, dog, I'm movin'!
Ain't nothing’ to it but to get to groovin'
You've been waitin' on a n*gga like me (What's that?)
To take that chance and rob your man and beat up the pus*y
A victim of the circ*mstance
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
[Refrain 3: Snoop Dogg]
I get the money everywhere that I go (I go)
I bust a b*tch and take her money fo' sho’ (Fo' sho’)
I get the money everywhere that I go (I go)
I bust a b*tch and take her money fo' sho’ (Fo' sho’)

[Outro: Nate Dogg]
Ayo, ayo, ayo
You don't wanna step to me
Still claimin’ D.P.G. till the day I d-i-e
Ayo, ayo, ayo
You don't wanna step to me
Still claimin’ D.P.G. till the day I d-i-e
Ayo, ayo, ayo
You don't wanna step to me
Still claimin’ D.P.G. till the day I d-i-e
Ayo, ayo, ayo
You don't wanna step to me
Still claimin’ D.P.G. till the day I d-i-e
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