Connect DJ Hurricane (Ft. Gipp, Pharoahe Monch & Xzibit)

[Intro: DJ Hurricane]
East, West, check this out
Check it, ye-yeah, ye-yeah
East East, West West, South South..

[Chorus: DJ Hurricane]
I got that East coast connect, West coast connect
Dirty South connect, so show some respect
When my niggas comin through you see we comin correct
Who are you, what you do, who you tryin to threat?

[Verse 1: Xzibit]
I'm the wrong cat to call out; we fall out
The police gon' have some dead bodies to haul out
All out in the open for the world to see
Avire-X to the Z-I, B-I-T
VIP, you're small time, three on three
'Cause you can't ball accurately, tackle the beast
Stomp it down, slap it with heat, bitch behave
Shit, we blaze to make a nigga act his age
I'm tryin to write the phrase that pays
You kick it with gays, dykes, and all type of wackness
Preach what you practice
Here we separate the real niggas from the actors
A&R's, MC searchin, suck my cactus!
Blackness surround your sight and sound
As Xzibit hit you and you hit the ground
My chips ain't never gon' be down, watch me smoke
And flatline the first nigga to cross this line