Lyrics Big Bang Theory - Snoop Dogg , Kurupt , Xzibit , Tha Eastsidaz , C.P.O.
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
shit
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
bitches
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
sent
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
Fuck
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
jewelry
Glass
shattering,
blastin,
niggas
scatterin
Scat,
takin
three
to
four
to
the
back
I'm
back
motherfucker,
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
motherfuckers
that
I
don't
care
It's
a
symphony
composed
of
killers
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
niggas
watch
the
street,
be
it
rain,
snow,
or
sleet
Us
niggas
gon
eat,
makin
troops
we
creep
Losin
the
jeep,
runnin
on
feet,
survivin
off
the
land
money
and
Gun
in
hand,
operation
quicksand
Aint
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
Fuck
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
bitch
to
pop
a
pill
up
in
your
drink
Hook
[Cpo]
Bitch,
fuck
that,
you
bring
fat
rag,
here's
cheese
You
work
your
fuckin
employees
You
know
you
get
all
excited
like
that
Stack
it
through
them
hoodlum
back,
'cause
I
like
it
like
that,
bitch
I
kill
drama,
shit
get
action
packed
When
I
jump
out
the
black
stealth
bomber
'Cause
it's
bout,
you
know,
I
want
the
fuckin
mansion
pad
To
heal
that
bitch
sittin
on
So
don't
waste
the
fuckin
cheese
that
you
earn
Rotate
the
fuckin
weed
that
you
burn
Don't
fuck
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
niggas
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
and
the
chrome
This
is
the
zone,
weak
niggas
covers
get
blown
Stoned
killers
and
gorillas
want
whatever
you
want
Shake
spots
with
bank
nots,
keep
the
thang
cocked
And
leave
motherfuckers
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,
fuck
the
world
Dogghouse
style
with
the
chucks
and
curls
Hook
Album
You Better Believe It!
1 Bitch Please
2 You Better Believe It!
3 Down for the Count
4 Father's Day
5 Killin' It
6 Prime Time
7 Year 2000
8 Westcoast Hiphop
9 Loose Cannons
10 Big Bang Theory
11 My Writes
12 Pop X
13 The Wake Up Show
14 Larger Than Life
15 Step Up
16 Thunder & Lightning
17 U Can't Fuck With Me
18 Bitch Please II
19 Up From da Underground
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