(feat. Butch Cassidy, DJ Quik)    [Kurupt]  The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear  Let all... G'z to front, middle and rear  Switches couldn't swith  Like these switches a day  Just to sit and sippin' and dippin' all over the ways  That they ears and chairs, dis on this years  Cokes drippin' off juice and gins  As a matter of fact, takes math-ical fact  And you can't de-grate, y'all get played like a sax  Trumpet to trombone...   Too shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone  If she raggedly, I'm sendin' 'em home  Puttin' 10 in the chrome, lettin' all killin' it's on  It don't quit, it don't stop, let the beat knock  Pull up at the spot, in a drop top  Gettin' what I got, I just    [Chorus: Butch Cassidy]  Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs...  Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel...  No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way...  No time fo' da game, I do it my way    [DJ Quik]  Kurupt, what up    [Kurupt]  I'ma drop 'til it's clear  And these re-beams and pumps is Vietnam time  Tossin' c-notes, the "Magnificent Magneto"  Dippin' through, comin' like ay!  Don't expect nothin' less, these gleam on the tray  All night and all day, it's the best in a 2001 S-S  It's the prince of the West  I ain't tryna do much, tryna do too much  I ain't even really trippin'  It's just me, Snoopy and Quik and  Someone like you wit the biggest mouth to put a dick in  Most of y'all malfunction like faulty equipment  Shifted, drifted, different, up lifted  Kurupt Young Gotti, just call me fall beaty  With the skirts from Tahiti  Workin' at the mall, with young Roscoe  You fool in high school, I just tuck my roscoe  Dump fossils, colossal, I    [Chorus: Butch Cassidy (Kurupt)]  Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs...   (Just don't stop)  Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel...   (Bounce them switches)  Don't matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way...   ('Cause I'ma bust all day)  No time fo' da game, I do it my way... (Yeah)    [DJ Quik]  Yes  1, 2, fuck wit my crew  And we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue  3, 4, look at that whore with the fat ass, but without the cash, hit the door  The reason that I'm here... Kurupt done bought the beer  I'ma lush, lookin' fo' the cush, lookin' fo' the bush to push and mush  Back, I'll hump the ho if she ain't been needin' a Dusch bag  No, must've been the Gucci, wit hair that's pushed back  In a bun lookin' fun  Gettin' silly, wit my celly from Billy   Brought to you by way or two buns  We smugglin' in and out of the place, our two guns  Notice, see the Q-U-I, Dogg Pound collabo', yup  We stab hoes in the bladder actin' bad wit the mad hoes  Get out! yeah! look here!  We started this pussy shit, no shit  And these the mothafuckin' hoes we get, c'mon    [Chorus - 2x: Butch Cassidy]  Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs...  Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel...  Don't matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way...  No time fo' da game, I do it my way    [Intro to On, Onsite: Xzibit]  Aight y'all this a mothafuckin' public service announcement  From Mr. X to tha mothafuckin' Z Xzibit  My homeboy Kurupt, to all you half ass mothafuckas comin' around  Pussy ass niggas! tryin' to see what's up wit my homboy  And see what's up wit me, nigga is he this, is he that  Nigga I'm a mothafuckin' killa and it's like this nigga  If I had a doller fo' every time you bitch ass niggas  Came around and didn't do shit, I'll be a billionaire right now  Put up or shut up mothafuckas, it's like this, it's on, onsite    [Xzibit scrieking]