"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
  
   Chorus:
  
   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 its 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
  
   Chorus 2X