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These other niggas so-so, they open off my mojo
Spanish sobe with a half a kilo by her cho-cho
Blow it out your culo, who got dough on the smoke
moved out
For instance drinkin' olde e and guinness stout
And also, hangin' out with the troops
Most of all, takin care of ma dukes
Then all
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock

Hit it!

It takes two to make a thing go right
It
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock

Hit it!

It takes two to make a thing go right
It
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock

Hit it!

It takes two to make a thing go right
It
I tell you what black, here's the issue 
It's a package deal, you rob me, you take this message 
Along with that, I ain't your average cat 
Fuck
Won't you dance with me 

Yes I read it in the New York Times 
That was on the stands today 
It said that dreams were out of fashion 
We'll hear no
nigga Ren, duck when I bust
Make Jada get on these nuts, make Will, love to cuss
You wanna fuck with us? Man, I wouldn't do it
Ask this nigga here, his
nigga Ren, duck when I bust
Make Jada get on these nuts, make Will, love to cuss

You want to fuck with us? Man, I wouldn't do it
Ask this nigga here,
I tell you what black, here's the issue 
It's a package deal, you rob me, you take this message 
Along with that, I ain't your average cat 
Fuck
Yo, the saga begins, beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin what's yours we do
exclusive
Honorable mention fuck with Knitty, G O and Twin
Y'all some dead niggas

Hustle and rob
We Infamous mob nigga
That's my word to god
We
Used to do my chores, now you're acting like a whore
Phones at my crib with you off to the store
For now, you don't love me no more?
Hey, by the way
that on in
Bitch, I'm a problem, got your columns full of losses, no wins
Gary gangsta, fuck with Chicago niggas out that Low End
Much love to my nigga
won't have to fret
Or rather worry about death with sex
Protection or love, one or the other
You die cause of sex you're goin out like a sucker
And I
beautiful lady
Strunk out on coca as she begins to act shady
This is also a story about a homie that liked to rob
Eventually motivated to go and join the mob
tech-nical how she nibble uhh
Ain't fuckin' with u losers all my niggas won
It's mista bet I got sum weed, aye split another one
Look down upon the ceiling
with it
Nice cars and dime bitches
Hangin out late
Nicknamed the milk-crate
But on a bad note came jail time and jam nines
Can you feel the rhyme,
ho-in', these bitches love money, get with it
So I put 'em on, all of 'em grown, they get dope
And all you need to do is just give 'em a lil' coke
So I
Devil's time out
Can't be timed with no swatch watch
Who I am, the black Abraham
Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam
Add an extra bar as I spar with
love with no mensos
Figuring it out like a pencil
Treat one like a stencil
Just when you think you've got a grip on life
That's when you let go,
I was in love with the block, call it the avenue Jones
Through the village we just happened to roam
Knuckleheads, bad to the bone
And every single
[Chorus - Xzibit]
I'm the police, I'm the police
I'm the police, I'm the police

[Verse 1 - Xzibit]
I love my fucking rob, and I don't want to stop
love with no mensos
Figuring it out like a pencil
Treat one like a stencil
Just when you think you've got a grip on life
That's when you let go,
with out the rough raps
Paper, I got to touch that, you want bitches, I want track

[Hook x2]
[Verse 3]
Yo, I know this ho that'll set chu' up