[Hook - Flashy]   All my niggaz all my bitches   get high get drunk get wild buck fool   you know my style get crunk   bitches bounce niggaz bounce   let me give you that funk shit blunt shit   while I make you bang it out your trunk      [Verse 1 - DMX]   You cats, talk slick but walk quick when the dog hit   The dog hits coming back to the raw shit   Aww shit they done let me back out the gate   back out to tape back out to rape   Back off the chains so please back out the way   Before I blow ya back out with this fuckin AK   Don't give a fuck what a nigga say no matter who he sound like   Make sure you know what the rain is but its gonna be coming down like   cats and dogs hold up it is cats and dogs   keep fucking with the dog its gonna be cats in the morgue   twenty- two million sold lets keep it real   most y'all killers ain't even twenty- two years old   Aint never felt the cold wet behind the ears   know what real pain is cried real tears   I go hard bogard and stand my ground   Fuck y'all niggaz it's how its goin down baby      [Hook]      [Verse 2 - Jadakiss]   It just don't look right   Bullshit coke don't cook right   The judge ain't throwin the book right   Should thank the lord that you blew up softy   Don't talk greasy you grew up off me   I ain't letting go of the block   and if I get a good enough grip I ain't lettin go of the lock   If I happen to pinched I ain't goin to shock   I'm gonna to get aquatinted with niggaz in general pop   Stop but don't hate 'cause everybody got a lil blood to donate   Thugs'll go ape the women'll come around   shortly after that is when the jealousy sets in then they'll shut it down   It's just raspy nothin on the neck wrist ware just classy   no way I'm letting this money just get past me   When all I had to do in the first place from the beginning was get nasty      [Hook]      [Verse 3 - Kartoon]   Niggaz been waitin' for that west coast shit I tell them to go fish   Blowin purple in a purple Laker jersey wit the gold kicks   bitches be like Toon you a mutha fuckin trip   Hop in the whip and lean til that mutha fucka flip   and every club in Cali crackin' its gangsta town   keep a couple of niggaz with me that'll bang you down   now lil mama put switches on and make it jump   before me you needed Lil Jon to make it crunk   naw for real come to Cali player take ya pump   my New York niggaz leave y'all wit razor bumps   now pappa raised a rolling stone I feel like pops   In the absence of Makaveli I feel like Pac   even though I got the deal I still might pop   right in front of the po-po you could feel my shots   man all my niggaz carry bangers we feel like SWAT   and that's the reason why Rialto feel like Watts      [Hook]