"The first up on the mic, is my homeboy Xzibit *echoes*"
Verse one: Xzibit
If it wasn't for the West These rap niggaz wouldn't need a vest around they chest Keeping bustin about, where you at? and what you owe, and what you drive? So the day some niggaz come for you I'm really not surprised Mr. Black Bruce Willis Please don't kill us I show mercy like Kevorkian Like a scorpion I sting you from behind and put it in you Meet me at the venue, put you on the spot to put you on the menu Its the MC, I be the one that keeps the bitches hot Xzibit living life, like a ball inside a ?riders slot? Dripping everything cause you ain't even got a dime to drop Go ahead and call the cops; you ain't did nothing Jerry Spring you out the studio, me and Suge Knight into the parking lot Niggaz ain't ready for all the shit I've got Look at yourself crushing Xzibit with your tough talk That's like Christopher Reeves doing a Crip walk
Cali Kings is fresh out the box Yeah, straight up, night on the rocks *repeat*
Verse two: Likwit
Knock your songs Is defendin minor foes Every squeeze I let a minute ?To freeze and stay cold? I prepare to blast hoes Cause they say these flows is lethal I'm peepin through my peephole They sneekin up on me though Rico got a pistol, NASA got a missile Likwit got too drunk so now the party is official I bounce until the end and still set it with bad credit Got a wack-ass record deal but I signed before I read it But don't regret it, everything is so pathetic When the water's gettin deep you can drown or you can tread it I battle with finesse, like my niggaz giving quest In these ??? we got props, we taking less So, don't touch that stereo Or your people will becoming to your burry, yo The ever sorry yo can blast, I'm here to blow it through the roof I snatch the money and the hoes and disappear like boo! *echoes* Chorus 2X
Verse three: Baka Boy
Yo it's the ?? with Baka Boys, rings and Cali Kings I've never been the one for police but like sing Every breath you take and every move I make Shot heard around the world from the Golden State I'm off the ringer with mine, your Jerry Springer with yours Your gettin missed like a bitch and I can keep out your jaw You hold your mop and run shop Before I known to blow spots Baka Boys ain't no choice so blastin on your block I hold it down in the crowd for Cali Kings And John P. and no P, no Sing-Sing Laser tape, my name shall be ?regularly great? I buy no plate, green trees roll, into lock and gate B-A-K-A-B-O-Y Who would believe Baka Boys with the four eyes? And like Primo and Guru You Know My Steez Big shot to the city in the valley, Cali Kings Likwit Crew coming through I pay due Cali Kings, Cali Kings