(Intro). Oooooh...do re mi [Xzibit]. Fa so la ti do yeah I'm doin' vocals. Intimate Turn the music up yeah c'mon!. {beat starts...}. Yeah! c'mon in yeah welcome. Haa! yeah! yeah!!. Uhh ya undastand me?. Hey yoooooouu... DJ motherfuckin' Quik yeah. You know me X to the Z yeah (arah!). Ahh it don't stop huhh yeah. Some new shit come on.... We just want you to bounce to. This shit for a minute yeah. Ain't no rush...relax yourself.... Relieve your stress here we go. Yes.... Bounce come on bounce come on boooounce...{repeat}. Put your pussy in my faaaace.... And let me lick you 'till i. Feel the taaaaste.... [Xzibit] (Verse one) {1:56}. I am the master of the ceremony. So my territory be off limits to gimmicks. And niggas with wack lyrics. And tracks that lack spirits. So pop your collar (pop your collar!). Fuck a dollar I'm at ya tough and hard to swallow. Hard act to follow never the role model the what not. Set up shots slipknot my way to the top pa-da pow!. Then changed the direction of it (yeah). From the niggas that hate it to niggas that love it. What choo want from it. A reputation a luxurious life. maybe find you a hoe that you could transform into a house wife. You loose stripes when you recite thru your wind pipes. With action cameras and lights and your shit ain't tight. It's on on sight thug rugged the love of it (yeah). Push it shlingd'it shove it in the vein we dope. Remain with smoke remote with Tash and Ras Kass. Six months of full blast bitch gimme dat ass!...ha ha. (Chorus) {2:42}. Put your pussy in my faaace...and i'll. (Let me lick you laaady). Lick you 'till i feel the taaaste.... (Would you would you). {repeat 2x}. Feel the taste.... Feel the taste...of lovin' you. Feel the taste.... Feel the taste...of lovin' you. [Hi-C] (Verse two) {3:24}. I'm a royalty check cashin'. Coup deville smashin' pretty titty assassin. Lookin' for some action. If you want compassion I'll be pussy basshin'. Baby hit me up like 'yo what the fuck happened?'. 'Was it somethin' i did? was it my three kids?. You don't love me no more was it the wave or the wig?'. I'm tryna be nice so i'm sittin' there thinkin'. But i had to tell the bitch 'baby your breath be stinkin' (ha ha). Niggas spendin' they last tryna hustle for ass. You bought a Cadillac truck but you can't buy gas. Insurance is a bitch i hope you don't crash. But when you do let me buy them rims and slap 'em on my jag. When it come to fasion don't make me start flashin'. Break a bitch off and have that whole tire slashin'. I'm leather you're leather together we be clashin'. Quik! hit 'em with the chorus homie start bashin'!. (Chorus) {4:06}. Put your pussy in my faaace...and i'll. (Let me lick you laaady). Lick you 'till i feel the taaaste.... (Would you would you). {repeat 2x}. Feel the taste.... Feel the taste...of lovin' you. Feel the taste.... Feel the taste...of lovin' you.