Artist: Xzibit f/ Game, RBX Album: Napalm Song: Dos Equis Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Xzibit] I'm a plastic surgeon, fix your face I got NASCAR numbers, I was built to race Gon' be a long hot summer, Hubble scope from space It's the next best thing since baking soda and base It ain't the thrill of the hunt, it ain't the paper we chasin Or these bitches that you cater to that's basically basic I'm gettin white boy wasted, I'm wakin up with a porn star She walk around naked like she my personal OnStar Push one button and boom ("Hey baby, how can I serve you today?") Pussy wet as a typhoon Ass is unreal, it look like a cartoon Immaculate back stroke, anal and deep throat Whatever the fuck I want she get to makin it happen Powder her nose and she never take a break in the action Shit, I'm 'bout to miss my flight First class to London fuckin with you all night But listen [Chorus: Game] Back up in this muh'fucker, spendin all my money in here Cause I don't care, blowin kush in the air Drivin cars that look like spaceships, ridin with models And spillin Ace in the club, showin international girls how to throw up a dub while my chain swing left to right We came to party, we can do it all night Cause my money never run out, we party 'til the sun out We off Patrón shots so we know we 'bout to dumb out [RBX] West, uncut, welcome him home From BG to YG, now the G grown One click of the wrist, the competitor gone Flight patrol, on your turf like the predator drone, whoa Not to mention, Pit bull bully Razor edge bloodline, Nutro fed fully Stupid, get it right, off the chain for the fight One flash green lights mean run hit on sight Let's go to war now, rock the Luger steady Wake up to your +Nightmare+, Freddy Krueger's ready One finger slice, now you pay the price Put your life on the line if you feel you're that nice Cause runnin bullshit over here'll get you shot Stupid, I'm the truth, that's everything you not X's mark the spot, that's everything that's hot And, walk right up on you and run everything you got [Chorus] [Xzibit] I, I, hit 'em with a nuke Cause they pussy and they scared to shoot My niggaz hit you with a 21-gun salute, I paratroop through your city Hit the club, recruit, let's see some titties Witty words for shitty birds, I learned from the smartest Treat a bitch like a bitch, treat a queen like a goddess Accosted, bombarded, weighin me down Slide a razor through your throat, what can you say to me now? This is dope by the boatload, thousands of pounds Keep the crowd in a chokehold, deliver the rounds I went from, livin with clowns to rockin a crown And protect myself, silence suppress the sound Use upper body violence, burn your jaw to the ground Makin how you got knocked out the talk of the town Stick around for the fireworks, apocalypse now Hear and now make them dollars work, we smokin that loud [Chorus]