[Intro: Tash, Hurricane G & Xzibit]
Ayy, what's happenin'?
(Hahaha) Where you going' baby? Haha, haaaa!
What n***a?
(Yo, let's start the show)
Yeah!
Ha, ha, ha
(Xzibit! Xzibit, man, you look fucked up, man! You look fucked up, I'm tellin' you!)
Ha!

[Verse 1: Xzibit & Tash]
Yo, when it come to shit like this
I always get it right the first time
Playa haters and snakes waiting for mistakes (Uh)
But that's the breaks, the highs and lows of the industry
D.I.T.C. and X to the Z, yeah (Get it crackin'!)
Get it crackin' to the third degree
Xzibit breakin' n***as down like H.I.V (Say what?)
We bring rap to your city like B.E.T
But still feel California is the place to be, Catastrophe

[Verse 2: Tash & Hurricane G]
The Alkaholiks back to fry you extra crispy
(Woooooooooo!)
With the skills that makes the plots to try to diss me extra risky
(That's right!)
'Cause the time it takes to- (Infiltrate...)
And stop my forward motion (Huh! Huh! Woooooo!)
California will have broken off and fell into the ocean
'Cause I rocked around the world with my ill type skill (Aight?)
Step for real or I'll leave your grill scarred like Seal (Uh, uh-huh)
'Cause I regulate the sections where the drinks is getting blended
Certified bartender, so catch this 40 when I send it your way
(Woooo!)
[Verse 3: Xzibit & Hurricane G]
N***as that hustle till the day light break
Go to county 20 times, still can't go straight (Nope)
(Ha, ha)
Don't nothing in the motherfucking world come free (Nope)
Never see a nine to five cause it just ain't me
(Yo, yo, It's like this)
Xzibit shall hustle, lift, build muscle (Yeah!)
And think like Russell
Survive and bring it live and direct
To any crowd throughout the world like this
(Wooooo)
Come home and smoke a spliff in the Benz with Swift

[Chorus: Xzibit, J-Ro & Hurricane G]
Yo, I'm fucked up, J-Ro
Yeah, I'm fucked up too Yeah!
Looking at these bitches from a bird's eye view Ha!
My name is J-Ro from the Likwit Crew
Ha, so what, n***a, is it you wanna do?
(Uh, yeah)
I'm fucked up, J-Ro
Yeah, I'm fucked up too Yeah!
Lookin' at this money from a bird's eye view
It's J-Ro baby from the Likwit Crew
Ha, so what, n***a, is it you wanna do?
(Uh, uh, uh)
[Verse 4: J-Ro & Hurricane G]
Yo, my flow is metaphorical, historically correct (Ha!)
What do you expect from a n***a with my intellect?
(EEAASTT COOOAASSTT!) (WEESSTT COOOAASST!)
East coast representing West coast gangsta
(Ha, huh)
Nah, I ain't tripping, I call up King Tee, we go dipping (Ha)
Through the streets pumping hardcore Likwit beats
Flowin' air, blowin', loungin' in them leather seats
Thinkin' back on how we used to rock the house party (Ha)
Now we just fuckin' it up for everybody
(Yeeaaah!)

[Verse 5: Xzibit & Hurricane G]
How dare you try to compare yourself to the original
(Ha, ha)
Professional Xzibit break you down like correctional facilities
Limit all capabilities, motherfuck MC's (Ha, ha)
(Yo, yo, MotherFUCK MC's, say what?)
Hard to read like Japanese
Spread like disease so I can't be stopped
(Wooooooo!)
By who you run with, your clique or the bitch ass cops
(Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Xzibit first LP, it hit your block like crack rock (Ha, uh-huh)
I’m blowing up your spot by remote, it's the cutthroat
(Huh)
[Verse 6: J-Ro & Hurricane G]
I"m from Cristal-ifornia, I warned ya I'd be on ya (Uh)
I'm off the wall like velvet paintings, make your mama mourn ya
(Uh-huh) (Wooooooo!)
The Ro is outer national, cold as Henne-sota
I smoke 12 MC's a day just to fill my quota (Yeah!) (Ha, ha)
From Fourty Ohio all the way to Ore-gin
Buddy, my fingers are bloody, now I'm Washing-ten (Ha!)
I clown from Brew-york down to Mai-tai-ami (Uh-huh)
I soak up game like a shammy, understand me?

[Chorus: J-Ro, Tash & Hurricane G]
I'm fucked up, Tash
Yeah, I'm fucked up too Aaah!
Looking down on these bitches from a bird's eye view
Catastrophe is in the house I'm from the Likwit Crew
What, so what, n***a, is it you wanna do?
Ayo, I'm fucked up Tash!
Yeah I'm fucked up too
Lookin' down on yo moms from a bird's eye view
Catastrophe is in the house I'm from the Likwit Crew
Huh, ha
So what, n***a, is it you wanna do?

[Verse 7: Tash & Hurricane G]
So Elizabeth it's MC's that's comin' to join ya
Some will be from NYC and some will be from California (Ha!)
Cause I drop the lyrics on you from...
(Beneath the Earth's surface)
Where I write rhymes so fresh I try to bite my own verses
(Wooooo!)
Cause the purpose of my flow is to let you know
My style is badder than the water down in Mexico
Cause RICO blend styles like juice and gins (Uh-huh)
I got the Likwit shit that leave you seeing double like the Twins

[Chorus: Xzibit & Hurricane G]
Ayo, I'm fucked up, G
Ayo, I'm fucked up too
Mr.X to the Z from the Likwit Crew Ha!
Looking down on them n***as from a bird's eye view, yeah
Hah, so what, n***a, is it you wanna do? Ha, ha

[Outro: Xzibit & (Tha Alkaholiks)]
Mr.X to the Z, Likwit MC, huh, yeah
(I'm fucked up too, lookin' at these bitches from a bird's eye view)
D.I.T.C., and the motherfuckin' house in '96 and '7
(E-Swift from the Likwit Crew)
Check it out like this, like this, like that
Yeah, yo, yo, yeah
(Ooooooh, shit!)
(Man, this n***a's fucked up, yo Swift, ayy, yo Swift)
(Fuck's wrong with this n***a? Put yo hands up!)
(Yo, y-yo, [?], gimme some paper towels or somethin', man)
(Ah-hahaha, ayy, somebody get a mop in this motherfucker)
(Ayo, Xzibit, ayy get up man, you gotta do this next cut, man)
(This n***a that dropped this bottle on the floor man, threw up all over the place)
(Xzibit, Xzibit wake up! Yo, ayy [?], ayy-ayo, get us some paper towels man, man, some ice)
(ayy, somebody give this n***a a pulse, he ain't movin'!)
(And call the paramedics, or sum'n, man, this n***a's fucked up)
(Ayy, hand me the scissors, I'm 'bout to cut his hair while he sleepin') (Ayy, he didn't, ayy)
(He didn't finish this bottle)