[Intro]:. [Hightower]: Baby do me a favor call up Xzibit for me.. [Xzibit]: Allo?. [Girl]: Hello Xzibit?. [Xzibit]: Yeah yeah what's up?. [Girl]: Hold on one second ok?. [Xzibit]: Alright. [Hightower]: Xzibit?. [Xzibit]: Hey what's up?. [Hightower]: It's Ron Hightower.. [Xzibit]: Ah what's up dude what's goin' down?. [Hightower]: Eh nigga it ain't nothin' but a party!. [Xzbibit]: Yoo! shit it's goin' down?. [Hightower]: Hey let me tell you something.. I got some ladies over here you know.... [Girl]: Hi Xzibit!. [Xzibit]: What's up?. [Hightower]: He he see what I'm saying.. They were just trying you know to tell you hello and shit. But listen why don't you do this. When you're done over there why don't you come here and shit. You know what I'm saying?. That way they can tell you hello on person. [Xzibit]: Ah alrihgt you want me to bring you somethin'. [Hightower]: Hey bring yourself I'm sure they can handle the rest. You know what I mean?. [Xzibit]: Yeah yeah alright I'll be over there in a minute.. [Hightower]: Peace!. [Xzibit]: Alright. [Verse One]:. [Xzibit]:. It's a lazy Sunday night. Xzibit posted at the lab. Gettin' high as a kite. Proceed to rolll the light. It's real tight. In a paper Philly Blunts I don't need. It might fuck off the taste. Of this bomb ass weed. My nigga Tango and Breeze. Came thru we blaze a few. Together bored as fuck. Niggas down for whatever. Break left from the bomb. Phone call from Ron Hightower. Shower at his crib in a hour. All the women involved drop drawers. Don't say nothin'. Just a lota nuttin'. Fuckin' plus dick suckin'. Goddamn who was that?. Half black with the fat ass. Too much to ask if you can put them on the glass. [For me]. My name's Xzibit. I aint' tryin' to spit game. Just tell me your name. And the proportions of your frame. [38-26-32]. That's right. Xzibit now has it poppin' on Sunday night. [Chorus]: (2x). I don't wanna save 'em. Pay em' or buy clothes. All we really wanna do. Is try to fuck these hoes. [Verse Two]:. [Rass Kass]:. You knew the game. And you still ended up on your back.... [Xzibit]:. Bitches get laid like tracks. Break it down like that. With stacks of profilactics. Got ill tactics just to get you on the mattress like yo. [girl moaning in background]. With minimal conversation. No time wastin'. Only hard penetration. Gettin' shiners on recliners. Cummin' in your faces. Stop! Get on top. I take your mind different places. Won't be satisfied till I hit every race. Color and creed in deed. All I need is weed a fly steez. Who ain't afraid to take the lead. A little dirt on your knees. Looked over saw Breeze. Laid out on the couch about to let it all out. Nigga that's the kinda shit that I'm talkin' about. [Chorus]: (4x). I don't wanna save em'. Pay em' or buy clothes. All we really wanna do. Is try to fuck these hoes.