When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll with 20 deep, it’s 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, man, the hoes, they wanna fuck
When I arrive at the entrance to the dancehall,
You’re certain to see my Mercedes-Benz automobile with its twenty-inch wheel rims.
When I enter the dancehall with twenty fellows,
Each will be carrying a bladed weapon.
African-American men of my peerage heard I am compatriots
With hip hop producer Andre “Dr. Dre” Young
—Now those same men want to befriend me!
When one sells record albums like hip hop emcee Marshall “Eminem” Mathers
All the fancy women want to intercourse!
But homie, ain’t nothing changed: hoes down, Gs up
I see Xzibit in the cut—hey nigga, roll that weed up
If you watch how I move, you mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit with a few shells but I don’t walk with a limp (I’m all right)
Although, friend, nothing has changed—floozies stand down; gangsters, stand up.
I see hip hop emcee Alvin “Xzibit” Joiner in his private refuge;
Go on then, friend—prepare a marijuana cigarette!
If you watch my body movements you’re certain to mistake me for a lothario or whoremonger.
Yes, I have been shot once or twice, but I do not let it affect my gait (I am unharmed!).
In the hood, in L.A., they saying, “50, you hot”
They like me; I want them to love me like they love Pac
But holla in New York; them niggas’ll tell you I’m loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold
In the slums, in Los Angeles, they are saying, “Fifty, you are desirable.”
They enjoy my presence;
I want them to enjoy it on the level they enjoy deceased hip hop emcee Tupac Shakur.
But please call out to me if you reside in New York City
The African-American men who live there will eagerly tell of my psychological instability.
And my plan, through all of this, is to control the hip hop music market
I’m fully focused, man, my money on my mind
Got a mill out the deal and I’m still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go (Okay!)
I’m wholly focused, sir; I practice canny budgeting.
I earned one million dollars from my contract, but I still enjoy patronizing dancehalls.
An attractive young woman told me she’s finds my style satisfying
And also appreciates the method with which I rap.
This woman’s girlfriend wishes to engage in a bisexual episode,
And both are interested right now! (I concur!)