I don't fuck around I'll break you down in the hours of H. All these L.A times motherfucka's keepin the pace. No need to pull strings things still get done. To have you yellin at the top of yo lungs. So Xzibit never speak wit a false tounge. Slid off like a handgun. Tryin to build an empire to pass to my grandson. I never like to talk business over the phone. So either have love for the game or leave it alone. Plus action speak louder than words. And pussy move faster than birds. So I gotta keep a gameface. On the street you slip and you might catch a hot one. Xzibit stay low and kick back like a shotgun. I keep it bangin to the end of the line. When a rapper think his saggin style is fuckin with mine it's divine. Cuz my family is harder than bricks. Anything to keep it movin cuz it's harder to hit. Chorus:. (Ras Kass). Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine. Keep it movin to the end of the line. And action speak louder than words. And pussy move faster than birds. Gotta keep a gameface. (Xzibit). Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine. Keep it movin to the end of the line. And action speak louder than words. And pussy move faster than birds. Gotta keep a gameface. Verse 2: Ras Kass. Men must be either tramp or the crutch. To regulate relegate delegate power nigga touch something. Trust no one and die dumping. Drained ya battery you barely talking like Teddy Ruxpin. See that's wassup nigga I don't give a fuck. Say some shit so nasty it'll make Little Kim blush. As if a 98 bentley didn't tempt me. To lay bullshit over this empty. But consequently my conscience wouldn't permit me. I'm one-third black man one-third Jackie Chan. One-third sand shiftin across the surface of the land. Golden State Warrior let my nuts hang like niggas in nooses. While you givin groupies all your loochie. I'm known for fucking hoochies in suskis. And slippin ???????. Loved and feared severe yet loved. The full time titan fighting three million over night thugs. So keep your hand out your rectum 'cause you can't stop shit. Don't rock shit studio hustlers. claimin' they got more keys than a locksmith. What part of the game is this. Bonus Round give me the mic the money. The pussy in that order the mortar over populated. get fucked and orally copulated. And all you chumps on some you owe me an apology shit. can suck yo apology out my dick. Chorus:. Verse 3:. (Ras Kass). This is for the black niggas the yak sippers. The part time strippersslash full time studentand fifty buck slippers. I got athletes feetwe run these contrete streets. Sporting cleets ain't nothing sweet. (Xzibit). I'm making rappers get they shit together. Still smokin still drinkin still maintain clear thinkin. Everyday is the weekend mashin thru in a lincoln. And style so sick the whole car start stinking. Chorus:.