Lyrics:

(Method Man)

It's the Meth in the house! Ha, yeah, break it down.

(Xzibit)

When it's all said in done, we gon' be on top
'Cause we don't stop, now, lock it down, hit the spot
And clown; Niggas relyin on special effects
While the khakis and chronic, got the bitches still breakin they neck
Move the crowd without breakin a sweat
Trend setter, with a Beretta, so keep it on deck
Cause you never know when Xzibit gonna roll through the set
Don't be scared, just be prepared and quiet as kept
At a night club, talkin' 'bout you don't go out
And you tryin' to got to school and make a certain amount
But the last part, I just couldn't figure it out
I guess its real hard to talk with a dick in your mouth
Lightweight, like confetti, steadily tested by motherfuckers who ain't ready
To deal with the legendary
Soopafly, x-z, and bullett logo
Shot callers, clear the whole block like we po-po

Chorus: Method Man

Round and round we go, it don't stop
Till we all get dough, c'mon, make it hot
Baby girl you da pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop, pop!
Lookin' good with your stink-ass
Type of ass make a nigga pull it over fast
Make it hot, baby girl you da pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop pop!

(Jayo Felony)

Well, you gotta pop the pussy, get rid of the next with a name on your gums
It's the ?Bidulo Gang? bitch, we both want some
You got titties and ass
But I got a dick and some cash
You ain't talkin' bout shit
Then I'ma smash, bitch
On three, on me, bitch, you my property
Daddy Jayo Felony, ain't nobody stoppin' me
And I said daddy, bitch that's what you gon' call me
I ain't no simp or a wimp
I'ma motherfuckin pimp
Tear spots in my hoes, make they high-heels fall off
You got me crunked the fuck-up, if you think I'm goin' soft
On ya; I'm hard on my hoes that's how it goes
Bitch, get up off your toes, and get my six-four
You got my name in ur mouth, so you might as well break bread
And only Dulo niggas know, what's the head
My name is Bullet Logo and this is my opinion
I'm coming from SD, and Dulo is my religion
Be-b-b-b- atch!

(Xzibit)

I don't wanna save 'em, pay 'em, or buy clothes
All I really wanna do is win the game, fuck hoes!
In Jamaica, at the Half Moon Villa, with a killa
And a cocain dealer, layin low from the law
See it all comes down to who's quick to draw first
Pay attention, prevention, ridin' off in a hurst
Mister X to the you know me
Thousand-dollar bitches wanna pop the pussy for free
The disfunctional member of the Alkoholik family tree
Frequently bang bitches, Wu-Tang, Killer Bee
Hennessey on the rocks, with Pina Coloda
At the Ramada, make you work hard like Donna
For the cheese, got you down on your hands and knees
After that we kick back and burn up some trees
Mad shout, cause Xzibit's not the type to be treatin
I'm an Alkoholic and I'm late for my meeting
(Come on, Like that!)