I don't belong to no one I don't belong at all Got my face in the corner Got my back to the wall And pretty baby I'm restless, restless Restless through
She had a long line of lovers Mostly the gambling kind I didn't want to be like the others And get left behind I heard about her bad reputation And how
She was in the backyard - they say it was a little past nine When her prince pulled up - a white pickup truck Her folks shoulda seen it comin' - it was
Rrrah, uhh, bitch It's radio radio station, cat Xzibit huh? K W Balls, Daniel Thompson hold like this Like that in fact, with a fat-ass Battlecat track
Pssh, man I need a lighter man Right here Yeah, whassup Slim? What's crackin'? Hit this shit Shit I almost hit this motherfucker today Pssh, is that
Watch me watch me, bonafide hard copy Hip-hop Nazi dispose of the Liberace's Extra extra, enjoy the lecture From Hannibal Lector, now rewind selector
I was voted most likely to have a psychiatric evaluation Let's start the process of elimination This dedication is for niggaz with the 'Green Buddha'
Drugs-N-Alkahol, baby, ahh Uhh, mm, that's funky, ohh Huh, I'm Mr. What the fuck you lookin' at I'm Mr. Quick to run and get the gat Treat you like the
Listen to this, I'm just tryna do this for us You know what I'm sayin' You scream at the top of your fucking lungs Yeah, I'm just tryna do this hard work
[KRS-One] You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. Dre You know what time it is! Xzibit steps up to the mic layin down the hard-core, real
Take a chance, come dance with a cowboy Playin', stopped playin' long time ago with childish toys It's only men in here, deuce deuce inch Pirelli And
(Xzibit talking) Come here Tre, what's up son, come on To whom it may concern, yeah, listen Sorry I'm away so much, yeah, yeah All the sons, daughters
Most niggaz get it confused right? Huh They think it's all chronic And palm trees out this muh'fucka Bitches and bikinis, listen, huh Some niggaz is
Oh no, let's get drunk and fuck fo' sho' Please stop runnin' yo' mouth, let's go Actin' like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here
Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price Sacrifice worth waitin' on the platinum and ice I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like
If you don't take me to Paris on a lover's getaway It's all right, it's all right If I'd rather wear your t-shirt than a sexy negligee It's all right,
Give me a sad song that I can hold on to Anything to set me free Just one big cry, big tears in my eyes To wash you away from me I need a night all by
When I look at you I see the souls of our unborn children If I reach for you will you take my hand are you willing? You turn more than the music on But