[Verse 1: Tom Green]
So what you wanna do, what you gonna wanna say?
When I bust a rap in an old school way
I rock it from the break of dawn 'till the break of day
Don't come a-knocking if you don't wanna play
Well if you wanna play, you may get wet
I heard your wicky-whack track playing on cassette
So microphone check, microphone, mic check
You haven't heard me yet? You better hit the deck
I'm coming around the mountain with a red Corvette
And I'm coming at you live on your television set
There's nothing that I want that I don't got yet
There's no way to take it if you never make a bet
So Xzibit grab the mic, let me hear you rock some shit doing what you like - check it
[Verse 2: Xzibit]
Shotgun fanatic, who right back at it?
You get mopped and dropped, like a filthy habit
X, snatch and grab it, got you hoping I fail
If I fail you'd be happy, like a faggot in jail
I'm full retail, guaranteed to sell
In my jet black McLaren, with my mademoiselle
I'm strong-arm steady, you fragile and frail
You think you ready for these steady hitters? I can't tell
Sex sells, so fuck you all, came to bubble and ball
You getting shut down, soon as I touch down
Bust rounds, enemies slayed and cut down
Fully automatic, spitting rounds with no sound
Break down your whole regime, with my homie Tom Green
In a black limousine. Hurrr!
So what you wanna do, what you gonna wanna say?
When I bust a rap in an old school way
I rock it from the break of dawn 'till the break of day
Don't come a-knocking if you don't wanna play
Well if you wanna play, you may get wet
I heard your wicky-whack track playing on cassette
So microphone check, microphone, mic check
You haven't heard me yet? You better hit the deck
I'm coming around the mountain with a red Corvette
And I'm coming at you live on your television set
There's nothing that I want that I don't got yet
There's no way to take it if you never make a bet
So Xzibit grab the mic, let me hear you rock some shit doing what you like - check it
[Verse 2: Xzibit]
Shotgun fanatic, who right back at it?
You get mopped and dropped, like a filthy habit
X, snatch and grab it, got you hoping I fail
If I fail you'd be happy, like a faggot in jail
I'm full retail, guaranteed to sell
In my jet black McLaren, with my mademoiselle
I'm strong-arm steady, you fragile and frail
You think you ready for these steady hitters? I can't tell
Sex sells, so fuck you all, came to bubble and ball
You getting shut down, soon as I touch down
Bust rounds, enemies slayed and cut down
Fully automatic, spitting rounds with no sound
Break down your whole regime, with my homie Tom Green
In a black limousine. Hurrr!
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