Goldie Loc - Big Bang Theory lyrics

[Intro: Xzibit] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what Snoop double, D O G, what, mr. X to the Z, yeah, and Kurupt The kingpin, DoggHouse Records takin over the sh** in the '99 What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh It's the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo [Hook: Xzibit] I got a big bang theory my hardcore comittee Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city Chronic low ridin b**hes with silicon tities (we gon bounce and ball until the wheels fall off) I got a big bang theory my hardcore committee Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city Affiliated with thousands rocked out medallions (we gon bounce and floss until the wheels fall off [Kurupt] Chest plates hit with gauges, sawed off, hauled off Blast wit somethin and I breaks all the walls off f** it, tie my flag around my mouth Blue rag on my face, blue rag in my left pocket Pistols screamin, unleashin pure fury Smash, snatch the pockets and all the j**elry Gla** shattering, blastin, n***as scatterin Scat, takin three to four to the back I'm back motherf**er, live broadcast Show my face, with my rag on, let me throw my hood in the air Let me put 'bout two in the air Let me show these motherf**ers that I don't care It's a symphony composed of k**ers and armed forces Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses [Pinky] It's goin down by the year 2 G I'm goin be flyin through the hood, duckin, dodgin the heat My n***as watch the street, be it rain, snow, or sleet Us n***as gon eat, makin troops retreat Losin the jeep, runnin on feet, survivin off the land money and Gun in hand, operation quicksand Ain't tryin ta put the mark of the beast on my hand I had to bless the head of a military man Jumped into the back of the 4 door sedan All up in the trunk was the hidden contraband f** a middleman, my pistols aim directly from Iran Looking from a third eye, I spot the hidden cam I know what you look like, I know how you think I'm the type of b**h to pop a pill up in your drink [Hook] [CPO] b**h, f** that, you bring fat rag, here's cheese You work your f**in employees You know you get all excited like that Stack it through them hoodlum back, cuz I like it like that, b**h I k** drama, sh** get action packed When I jump out the black stealth bomber Cuz it's bout, you know, I want the f**in mansion pad To heal that b**h sittin on So don't waste the f**in cheese that you earn Rotate the f**in weed that you burn Don't f** with Bossy off the glam Rollin crack , blow blocks in half [Tray Deee] We rides on visitors and takes no prisoners Handles all business and pay off the comissioner Big time crime figure n***as gettin riches 20 inches whippin all we givin hittin switches Twistin flippin chickens stickin victims if they slippin Trippin, on the mission and my trigga finga itchin Positioned at your dome, one twitch and it's on No remorse or second thoughts once the clip in the chrome This is the zone, weak n***as covers get blown Stoned k**ers and gorillas want whatever you want Shake spots with bank nots, keep the thang co*ked And leave motherf**ers stripped to tank tops We the gang, it's our thang to mash and maintain Gangbang slang came and ain't gon change All out till we fall out, f** the world DoggHouse style with the chucks and curls [Hook]