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drunk and fuck fo' sho' Please stop runnin yo' mouth let's go Actin like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here [Xzibit] Will the real X to the Z please stand up? With my niggaz and my guns, not givin a fuck Stickin 'em up at point blank range They say the more things change, they stayin the same I can't complain Type of shit that make you wish you was dead Make you fight the curb, a stomp down on the back of your head Blow it out like a afro pick Attract bitches like flies to shit Pop pills and ride the dick Niggaz can't swing this quick, I'm Dark McGwire Bangin shit over the fence with Rottweiler Listen, niggaz do anything for a dollar, even killin they own, let it be known, it's like [Chorus - repeat 2X] It ain't safe where I'm from Niggaz start beef never knowin the outcome Rather be caught with it than caught without one Leave it alone because the life that you save might be your own [Xzibit] I'm pullin pistols if you don't break bread Mr. Wrong Side of the Bed, only get excited for head Now print this in your industry books If it wasn't for crooks you niggaz'd still sport the Jordache look Hit the switch, front to back, side to side Natural born killers never let shit slide Never rely on the next man to swing for you A rock and a hard place, duck between the two And y'all bitches just somethin to do, don't get it twisted You're easy like Sunday mornin and shopliftin It go simple as that, I'm never givin half to a rat I'd rather bam to your face with a bat You get tied down to the tracks Used to make a living cookin coke to crack, now I can't turn back This is holocaust rap nigga, overreact and I'ma bring to yo' chest like an asthma attack, ya heard? [Chorus 1/2] [Xzibit - repeat 2X] Oh no, X get drunk and fuck fo' sho' Please stop runnin yo' mouth let's go Actin like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here |
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station, cat Xzibit huh? K-W-Balls, Daniel Thompson hold like this Like that in fact, with a fat-ass Battlecat track I'm takin caller number one, that is.. Rrrah uhh, bitch - you took too long Caller number two like this.. [Xzibit] {*BZZT*} Bounce up out of the house close to midnight Full rack up in the back {*BZZ BZZ*} shit is tight Full charge and I'm out for somethin Mass production, Battlecat bang percussion End of discussion, hittin some corners, rearrange thangs and brang change, we expand California Listen - I lost more than I can ever gain back from this road to riches, makin my heart turn black So I'm cold to bitches, and I never call back Plus I'm stoned and vicious, lay your whole hood flat Get your, shit together nigga Big Snoop Dogg told me 'Do music and leave that other shit alone homey' We came from dust, the X-odus, the hard to touch Y'all niggaz ain't fuckin with us, and plus it ain't nothin like standin on your own two So run them streets, but never let 'em run you [Chorus: Nate Dogg] Time is steady wastin, steady wastin Since time won't wait for me, yeah, won't wait, won't wait Just give me a beat that's bang, give me a beat that's bangin I'll bust 'til I'm deceased, yeah, wooo-oooh, ooh-ooh-ooooh [Xzibit] Tune in, witness the rise of a icon The python wrap around 'til your breath gone The upper echelon, and I'm the cat you pull a weapon on and wanna squeeze 'til my life is gone? Back to the wall and trust nobody Sippin Cognac with Kurupt, Young Gotti Somebody gotta recognize this Throw fo' fingers up, add a thumb, then make it a fist Number one draft pick, lead the league in assists Give a fuck how you decorate your neck and your wrists You just settin yourself up for the twist (gimme that) it's like this Only a few slide through like the Schindler's List Who's the bitch, who's the mack, what's worse the niggaz that bring in the coke or smoke the crack? Metaphor figure four let it break your back (yeah) It's been a long time, where the gangstas at? [Chorus] [Xzibit] Damn it feels good to be back in the saddle On top of the game, crackin the frame, the heat of the battle Been a long time comin but we waited Xzibit went from bein hated, to makin the whole world say it Give a fuck if the radio play it Niggaz fall like the domino effect and you can't delay it It ain't about who you are when you're makin your stack It's the look that's on your face when you givin it back So picture that [Nate Dogg] Time, keeps on slippin, slippin.. keeps on slippin away.. mm-hmm My mind keeps on trippin, trippin.. trippin like ev-ery-day.. mm-hmm [X] Yeah, it's been a long time [Chorus] |
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right? Huh They think it's all chronic and palm trees out this muh'fucka Bitches and bikinis, listen, huh Some niggaz is better left alone I place you underneath the very ground you walkin on And ain't no children in this motherfucker, drop your tone Ain't got no business even FUCKIN with no microphones So yo it's me against the world, and ain't got shit to lose My heavy artillery built to make the masses move I carry tools that'll pick you up and out your shoes Xzibit bringin new meanin to alcohol abuse I wanna fall up in the spot where all the bitches at Holdin somethin heavy to help you straighten out your back A couple of drinks and I bend you over the kitchen sink So what you think I owe you somethin bitch for fuckin me? (BITCH) Get a grip, misery love company, check it Xzibit show you the difference between real life and makin a record Makin the moves and connections that you never expected What good is money and the fame if you never respected? Check it out [Chorus] You know, who's runnin these fuckin streets (You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga) Don't be actin like your shit don't stink (c'mon) Y'all ain't fuckin with X You know, we roll so fuckin deep (Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggaz) Cause you're actin like your shit don't stink [Xzibit] Yo, I ain't afraid of them fuckin invisible gats you always bringin out in your raps My shit'll quickly make you fold and collapse My goal to strictly takin over the map, by any means Hustle and make more tracks than a her-on fiend Keep my enemies on a first name basis and hate them niggaz like a skinhead racist Chuck Taylors and fat laces Stompin hoes through y'all turf I hurt worse than actual childbirth A chick can suck my dick til the big squirt (AH-AHH!) The song work, so ain't no playin wit us Findin out where you rest your head and I'm sprayin it up The remains that's left behind can probably fit in a cup You pressin your luck, you makin yourselves easy to touch I'm from the home of the hit 'em up, only two ways You droppin some shells or you get 'em up, back in the days there was a time there was this woman that I want to keep up but nowadays when I see you I'm just tryin to fuck so check it out [Chorus] You know, who's runnin these fuckin streets (The king of these West coast gangsta beats, niggaz) Always droppin off nothin but straight heat so stay the fuck out of the way You know, we roll so fuckin deep (Round after round in the middle of the street niggaz) Cause you're actin like your shit don't stink Y'all ain't fuckin with Dre [Dr. Dre] Thangs just ain't the same since he came out Two thousand and one, came blew the game out I heard you was hot {*huff*} blew your flame out And got the nerve to believe you hold the same clout? I thought I told you, keep my name out of your fuckin mouth (But Dr. Dre!) See that's exactly what I'm talkin bout That shit right there, that's all day long Just don't stop, I gots to be alone at the top Forever ready loaded and locked, with niggaz that'll circle yo' block and let 'em pop til some bodies get dropped It's Doc Holiday in the flesh (Still) hold it down, represent, resurrect the West (Still) holdin ground, touchin down, with my nigga X (Still) send a couple through yo' chest if you disrespect Dr. Dre comin back (shit) I never left The number one ranked highest paid celebrity guest That's eight digits, motherfuckers [Chorus] You know, who's runnin these fuckin streets (You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga) Don't be actin like your shit don't stink (c'mon) Y'all ain't fuckin with X You know, we roll so fuckin deep (Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggaz) Cause you're actin like your shit don't stink (YO) Y'all ain't fuckin with X |
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Yeah ladies and gentleman
Broadcasting live to you and yours It's Mr X to the Z Xzibit Yeah bounce it Come on The first day of the rest of my life X stand behind the mic like Walker Kronkike Y'all keep the spotlight I'm keeping my rhymes tight Lose sight of what you believe And call it a night This ain't the light weight cake mix shit That you're used to Teflon territory you just can't shoot through You gon shoot who Not even on your best day Rollin' the Wild West way givin' it up Leavin' the whole world stuck not givin' a fuck Laid in the cut now we break through in the rut Hennesy and Orange Juice baby fill up a cup Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze Loosen up let your hair down and join the festivities Overcrowd the house like lockdown facilities Bitches be quick to give me brains while I post the range Going up and down my dick like the stock exchange X Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound X Won't even say your own name when I come around X Stay on top but remain from the underground X to the Z and we all in the family X Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound X Won't even say your own name when I come around X Stay on top but remain from the underground X to the Z and we all in the family Ever since Xzibit has spit been on some pimp shit Approach every woman like a potential mistress Shine bright make sure that X stay tight Cause tonight I might meet my next X wife Mr Big Chief Reefa Xzibit use his dick like a Visa I run it through and money come out Runnin' your mouth I'll have somebody run in your house Ravel your spouse and have a little fun on the couch Now you know that it was bound to happen I came to give you what you lackin' Whenever you hear them other niggas rappin Rockin' chains stadium paladiums cracked craniums My whole skeleton is dipped in titanium Drop tops sittin' on twenties Using rappers like crash test dummies Stackin' real estate and money It's funny how things change overnight When you thinking right I beat the odds like Ike beat on his first wife X Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound X Won't even say your own name when I come around X Stay on top but remain from the underground X to the Z and we all in the family X Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound X Won't even say your own name when I come around X Stay on top but remain from the underground X to the Z and we all in the family What an event We hardcore 100 Making it stick Los Angeles proudly presents The real deal how does it feel No special effects Yank the chain off of your neck Demand the respect Now all your conversations sound strange to me It be like everybody around me done changed but me I stand alone on my own two feet Stagger tracks strangle the beat Restless no time for sleep Niggas be weak I'm concrete like Bejamin Greet It's a very thin line between a foe and a friend Straight to the chair Not these niggas again Come back bounce in the spot and slide right in I ain't trying to see nothing but progress regardless Home of the heartless move right remain cautious Represent nothing but the hustle and struggle Hennesy rock plenty of ice making a double now SCREAM X Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound X Won't even say your own name when I come around X Stay on top but remain from the underground X to the Z and we all in the family X Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound X Won't even say your own name when I come around X Stay on top but remain from the underground X to the Z and we all in the family So there you have it A B C D P G C X to the motherfuckin' Z Mr Xuberant Xtravagant Xtrodinary Xalata X 'em with a little bit of Xtasy X ing a bitch out if you tryna test a g And what's the recipe Xcalibur weaponary And we shoot Xceptionally That there is hot X marks the spot Fuck naw X spots the marks Xclamation point niggas |
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Ahh, ahh, E-Dub [Xzibit] It's that millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go Niggaz gettin knocked out is part of my show Let 'em know who they fuckin with yo, a rhyme wrangler Tri-angular push-up the hillside strangler Dangle a, nigga by the ankle off the balcony Now let his punk ass go, look out below (BELOWWWW) It's a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go down We officially not fuckin around Stuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box (hah!) with my fresh pressed khakis in a slingshot So heatbox all day in a nigga face and all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate [Chorus 2X: Xzibit *singing*] Call it what you wanna call it I'm a fuckin Alkaholik Bring it if you really want it Ain't gotta put no extras on it! [Erick Sermon] Yo, I'm in the zone, and lyrically gone Got the spot blown, BOOM! Oklahoma Watch the aroma, catch those who love me My underground dirty cats on dune buggies I be the type to take your watch and flaunt it Kidnap T. Lewis and Jimmy Jam on it Yo, I bang a nigga head til his neck pop Do a KRS-One to a "Black Cop" X and E's, out for cream Get the money, while you stay broker than Al Bundy Uhh, give it to y'all, in "Any Given Sunday" With J. Foxx name the spot, make it hot (I hate E so much right now!) Blow it down hooker bounce come off the ropes like J. Snooka (*X*: Two fly motherfuckers) You can't fuck widdit Backed by +Open Bar+, so y'all forget it [Chorus] [J-Ro] J-McEnroe, cam smashin, party crashin I eat MC's like a ration I'm sockin niggaz in they goatees I leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies I'm in the room with 10 G's, countin ten G's cause we need a bag of weed (can you smell it?) Now we need ten dimes, to blow on deez like wind chimes Time to close the blinds cause you all in mines I bought a bottle for the session, and did not share it Drink so much Captain Mo' all I need is a parrot You took the Alkaholik challenge, and lost your balance You underground, we under water drinkin liquid by the gallons [Tash] Slurred words, double vision, brain bustin, head rushin Since I'm too drunk to walk, I rock a party on crutches and still rush the roughest MC who wanna get it Forget it, it's Likwit, Tha Liks and, Xzibit Ca-Tash on the blast the final piece to the puzzle I slap bitches on the ass I slap tits up out the muzzle I shuffle with the microphone, bang rhymes consistant You wack and I'm Ca-Tash and that's the motherfuckin difference For instance, "21 and Over" set your clocks back (Tick tock tick tock) Still standin where the rocks at Two-thousand-one, we still young guns that's +Restless+ (Thirty niggaz, sixty hoes) and that's the motherfuckin guestlist! [Chorus] |
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the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. Dre You know what time it is! Xzibit steps up to the mic layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!! [Xzibit] Well it's me, down with D-R-E X to the Z rocks any party Rocks the beats, and the breaks Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin They get together and they start to hatin How can we take him out one time cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes I might go first, and he'll go second I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic Droppin hot shit I like So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off Six is your beatdown, your title is seven Takin out your four man crew makes eleven By the twelveth I go for self Rockin L.A. like no one else.. You can check any rapper from the underground scene but few have dropped hot shit and seen green Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em But not many niggaz have slammin albums X to the Z rocks consistantly I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't fuck with me Why? Well that's my secret baby I don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me So you can call me, a public servant Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it So I just walk, or ride my bike and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight Give me a chance and I'll rock the house But let a motherfucker try to take me out Cause male or female, I will strangle If it's a label, they have to untangle Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge Step right up if that's what you like but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke In the night at a height right for flight Way out of sight, you bite, I recite My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white as your faggot CEO say, "Well alright!" .. I am your mentor History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers and just back up quickly Your style is sickly but you persist to get me or outwit me with the style that I created years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes Oh, all of a sudden you don't know or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind that rhyme that place do not chase I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE In case you hate I won't write no tough rap Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped [KRS-One] Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man! I don't think they understand this shit! Break this shit over they backs! [Xzibit] I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew I deny your existence as artists You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak but when you speak through the microphone you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth The light comes forth cause Mr. X Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh I snatch the mic and get hype Behave, before you make the news front page Headed for the grave and the wake So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK And put a little pep in your step X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation in the nation, in creation All you assholes in ANY occupation Like rappers with nothin to say I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather gather together and splatter whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over when you push the record but don't push the culture [KRS-One] Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin Yo Xzibit, keep rockin! [Xzibit] Just throw your hands in the sky Still believe real niggaz never die And if you in this life just gettin by Somebody say, "I'm high!" (I'm high!) "I'm high!" (I'm high!) Yeah, and you don't stop Yeah.. |
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Uhh.. mm that's funky.. ohh! [Xzibit] Huh, I'm Mr. What-The-Fuck-You-Lookin-At I'm Mr. Quick-To-Run-And-Get-The-Gat Treat you like the hoosd like a diplomat Xzibit used to push a 'llac, now I'm Range Rovin' Takin over never sober, bear witness like Jehovah Enemies fall like October Restless standin tall like a soldier We thick like the first Motorola brick cellular phones cut to the bone, celebratin "Dre Day" Love it or leave it alone (ha hah) Just consider me the heir to the throne The lifestyle of the savage and well known protectin my owns Rolling stone bringin it home, time for transition Don't talk too loud, you might find yourself missin Look into my eyes, all you see is will to survive by any means, retreatin to the Phillipines to meditate, liftin train like a heavyweight Hit you and run with a California license plate [Chorus: Xzibit + Snoop] [X] When y'all niggaz stop actin like bitches [X] bitches stop actin like niggaz we can all clock figures [S] Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick [S] They all on my dick, FUCK THAT SHIT! [X] When y'all bitches stop actin like niggaz [X] niggaz stop actin like bitches we can all get riches [S] Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick [S] FUCK THAT SHIT! We can all get rich! [Snoop Dogg] Doggy Dogg is bout to blow up All.. these Snoop Dogg haters need to slow up, sho' nuff Know what? X, the game is gettin sewn up but I'm speedin 'em up and leavin 'em I'm buckin 'em til they bleedin bruh Hold up, FUCK THAT, you tryin to get swoll up by the mic controller, clip reloader Frozen exposure, condos of a composer Sick like a bowl-of, a bowl of deez nuts Fuck him up, cross him out, then toss him out With the stamp on his head, nigga Dogghouse Nigga I'm universal crackin Down South (ya heard?) Poppin my collar with my dick in your girl's mouth, ha ha You act like you a dude you get smashed on Full out my bitches with your fucked up attitude Nappy-head hoes, worse than bitch niggaz I treat 'em all the same, bitch check yo' game! [Chorus] [Xzibit] With the flick of a wrist, send you deep into the abyss I don't pop Cryst', but will pop a nigga with this Made my way to the top of the list, raised your fifth Anything to keep it movin make it harder to hit We survive when you thought we was finished and done Lookin over my cold shoulder is Attila the Hun The gatling gun, guillotine, Don King's American Dream Since sixteen, shoulda been a marine Makin the whole scene collapse, millenium raps Why fight for scraps, relax and take the whole plate witcha The penny pitcher with a whole lot of come and get ya You gettin my picture or do I have to let 'em hit ya? HUAHH! Feel the adrenaline rush whenever I bust Got eyes in back of my head The people the I trust is just like me Full of spite with very large appetites I'm too complex to break down in black and white [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] (AH-AHHH!) Niggaz, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, ahhh Yes.. X to the Z, D-O-double-to-the-motherfuckin- G, OOOH-WEE! Ahh.. this shit funky right here my nigga Yeah, +Open Bar+ nigga, we gettin fucked up Three four in the morning, ain't no time limits Huh huh, you ain't tryin to hotbox with us nigga Roll some X, y'know! Ahh.. niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, it's all the same though |
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with a cowboy Playin stopped playin long time ago with childish toys It's only men in here; deuce deuce inch Pirelli and Goodyear niggaz, sip malt liquor beer They gave me sixth man of the year, came off the bench for Tha Liks Shot the lights out at the championship Big chips, big trips, new fits, my money clip's full of green cheese, my other pocket got green weed Rap niggaz, we different individuals Elevate the level of the music and the visuals It's do or die, I need a +Priest+, call +Superfly+ Whatever we discuss when we meet's between you and I I'm truly high, red-eyed for the red-eye flight Five hours, eight drinks, I rode all night, shit Everyday, every night's a saloon Crime blitty, good bottle, million dollar tunes [Chorus: Goldie Loc] Love when when you're out there on the ave When you're down 24/7, niggaz don't know the half My Romeo's step down on the pedal my back keeps on scrapin the metal I be coastin and be coastin, hittin three wheel motion with my rimz and tirez [Xzibit] I ain't never seen Kevlar flesh (hell naw) Y'all bitch niggaz is flirtin and fuckin with death I was taught to stick with the right and work with the left Never love nothin, never turn snitch and confess Got catch me in the heat of the act, and run the risk of catchin three to the back, and try walkin with that (yeah!) I ain't goin to the pen for shit, except to snatch up my loved ones to get loose and hop the fence It ain't hard to look hard, snatch up a catalogue Mad dog to niggaz that walk up your boulevard (yeah!) But one day, you gon' feel it (what?) I'm a firm believer in the theory if it bleeds, I can kill it A hit man for hire (yeah!) caught up in the crossfire The live wire, leak a nigga like a vampire My empire roll rimz and tirez Either get with us, forget us and get behind us, muh'fuckers [Chorus] [Interlude] Ride along, with my rimz and tirez Side along [Kokane] Mr. Recycler (what?) I'm lookin for a sixty-two Chevy and she kinda bad, threw him six and I was read' (Whatchu want me to do?) To get spic and span Man I'm glad you came and got me from that old white man (good lookin) He took me to a spot in Long Beach, hooked me up with four pumps (bzzt) but everybody in the hood can't jump (bzzt) And I change colors when the sun hit me Fix me up, now my owner wanna slang me for 50? Bling bling, now I belong to a Japanese And they was quick to throw me in the magazines I make money (huh?) I never broke down, fools trippin (Check it out) How many cars you see in Seoul on streets dippin? (None) Afraid to get that ass caught slippin (why?) For me it was an easy task I kept an engine on my ass with heat under the dash Fool (peep game) I was born to lowride on rimz and tirez, yeah [Chorus] - 2X [ad libs to end] |
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I was voted most likely to have a psychiatric evaluation Let's start the process of elimination This dedication is for niggaz with the green buddha The bandula, six-shooter to your suit coolers Now how this feel? Cold black steel up in your grill This hollow point lead gon' be your last meal Say your prayers, say your graces Pieces of your face is found in a hundred different places Huh, so what we lookin like? We tryin to see some hoes to fuck tonight and you just tryin to see the afterlife Make a decision before we have a head-on collision makin me spend the rest of my life in prison See I can only play the cards I was given Multiplication division whatever you got to break mines off like the U.S. government did to Microsoft Like Xzibit in some pussy with the lights turned off It's like [Chorus] I'm just livin to fulfill my dreams I'm just tryin to have the best of things None of y'all can't take shit from me Life's a bitch she ain't fuckin for free So I'ma ride til the wheels fall off while all the rest get weak and go soft Your petite style, can get you beat down My heat's loud, have you huggin on the street now [Xzibit] Niggaz keep askin me how does it feel How does WHAT feel? Not havin to scrape for a meal? Not bein locked down to a fucked up deal? The biggest man in Los Angeles is not Shaquille We had to reinvent the wheel, draft new blueprints Made a whole album, spent HALF what you spent then sent the rest to my people to invest wit it Custom fitted, if you want it nigga, come and get it and I suggest you bring a million niggaz runnin wit it Split it, feel it, hit it it's hot, look I ain't gon' stop til everybody's shot Muammar Khadaf's the dot, X mark the spot with an infrared to your head, left for dead Fuck the feds, flee the country then grow some dreads (ya mon) I suggest you keep your distance, for instance, the same distance it takes to get to the next solar system, motherfucker [Chorus] [Xzibit] Strike one, when a nigga talkin shit with his hands Strike two, gettin caught in the wrong place with your pants down Strike three, tryin to fuck with the D-O-double-G D-R-E, or any of my Alkaholik family Huh, Xzibit turn your vital signs to a straight line Never seen a dog bite and bark at the same time Restless, rugged, never relaxed Permanently owe you motherfuckers backs like tax Baseball bats and breaks upside of your head Homey STILL gettin swoll off water and bread I got this, retaliation, for any situation I'm facin and leave the stage with a standin ovation, it's like [Chorus] |
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[Xzibit] (Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth Some call that a problem but I call it a gift Xzibit make the whole continent shift (hell yeah) Invadin your territory in a blaze of glory A soldier story, livin off nothin but instinct Bitch niggaz continue to floss and lip-sync And I'ma just continue to flow, while rockin the boat Probably smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in dope Don't make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your throat Always approach niggaz that's known for killin your folks Be surprised who could turn around and bust on y'all Catch your mother or your sister comin out of the mall Bang holes through they coats and they Macy bags No retaliation you basically runnin with fags In these streets, you only good as your last transaction Funny style, and these niggaz ain't laughin Y'all got it all fucked up in zero-zero Think life is a video for "Last Action Heroes" Face the price you pay for the games you play When it's all said and done at the end of the day, you gotta [Chorus - repeat 2X] Get your walk on, get your head right I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up [Xzibit] Judge and jury, don't get your case dismissed When I get pissed and smash through the makeshift Uplift, dump this, make your shit knock Hypnotical hardrock that don't flop It's the best thing crackin my nigga Lot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but don't ever deliver From the home of the toe tag, lowriders and body bags earthquakes police with automatics and nerve gas Learn fast or get left behind quick (yeah) You testify, you get wrapped in plastic (hell yeah) Xzibit turn your SUV into a casket Melt your body parts in a tub full of sulfuric acid Drastic measures we take just to get by for all the shit you gotta go through to get high Stand by, do or die for the West coast Wanna fuck with Xzibit but can't come close motherfuckers [Chorus - repeat 2X] Get your walk on, get your head tight I know you feelin the shit, the shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up [Xzibit] Tell y'all people to call my people Recognize all men are not created equal I'm lethal, all y'all faggots remain see-through Only the kid from "The Sixth Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPLE!) When I get through the world'll be a better place A little Jesus Christ mixed with some Leatherface Go find some punch to spike, find some dope to lace Pull a pistol from my waist, nigga reach for space Smack the taste out of your mouth if you talk shit or hit so hard to the chin it make your back flip My transcript number one up in this conference It's nonsense, all y'all niggaz want is conflict Only associate with pros and the convicts Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb bitch and then bounce with a couple, motherfuck a tussle You never have enough muscle to stop a nigga hustle [Chorus - repeat 4X] Get your walk on, get your head tight I know you feelin the shit, the shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up |
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(Xzibit talking) Come here Tre, what's up son, come on To whom it may concern, yeah, listen Sorry I'm away so much, yeah, yeah All the sons, daughters, penitentiary niggas, yeah feel me Uh, sorry I'm away so much, yeah (Xzibit) My son was born about four and a half years ago Loved and protected him, amazin how fast they grow I came to know about his likes and his dislikes (yeah) Video games, taught him how to ride his first bike (that's it) This is the life my little nigga, I see you gettin all upset When I leave the house, poutin, let me tell you about Tryna make it in this world and provide for you Cause on them overseat plane rides I miss you too Never knew that I would have to be away so much Five thousand dollar phone bills keepin in touch We Starskey and Hutch, yeah, we partners for life, yeah I rock mics, so I'm sorry when I hug you if I squeeze too tight Long nights in the studio take me away Gettin mad 'cause I'm tired and you want me to play Money can't replace time, I'm just tryna get you outta the fine relyin And expand your mind my lil' ni', yeah Yeah, c'mon (Chorus-X) Look, sorry I'm away so much Understand me, yeah It's for you, hah, yeah (you, and you, and you) C'mon, look, sorry I'm away so much Huh, we keep it gangsta Look (Xzibit) I got a brother locked down, he be out in a couple Knuckle for knuckle, a veteran and nothin but muscle Now broadcastin live from behind the wall Stayin tight through long kites and telephone calls Gettin hype when you see your brother on T.V. Can't wait for your release so you can roll with me Arrange everything exactly how it's supposed to be For right now here's a thousand, J, stay lo-key You say damn Xzibit, whyn't you pay a nigga a visit Time limits got me movin a million miles a minute Knee deep, gotta strike while the iron is hot Still gotta eat and keep the lights on when it's not Sleepin on cots, bullet wounds got you in knots I wish I was there to snatch you up instead of the cops Muthafuck it, do the time and get it out of the way You goin from convict to corporate nigga in one day (in one day) (Chorus) (Quik) Now I ain't never been this hot before So in essence it's obvious, I ain't never been this out before I'm spending 25-8 days, 366 times a year Up in the studio freakin and mixin rhymes in here Nothin but beer, bud smoke, Hen and Coke, women and sheer Callin playa niggas there Not the kinda place I really wanna bring my son Get on lil' Dane, gon' in there and have you some fun Used to be that ??? be up there sewin ya clothes While I'm with you on the Playstation showin you codes Hit the X button stupid, forward, left, right, X Now I'm tryna get your college fund, bustin with X (Suga Free) Come here, give that here dada, no no don't do that mama 'cause dada be back Here go your ba-ba, Pampers, flashy ???, you can see that You tryna figure out why dada talkin to you through this glass on the phone Ooh, I socked a bitch and then she snitched, but I'll be home Can't keep me away, just can't stay away (Chorus-Suga Free) (Suga Free talkin to fade) |
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'Loud & Clear'
(feat. Butch Cassidy, Defari, King Tee) [Xzibit] Yeah.. Addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price Sacrifice worth waitin on the platinum and ice I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ to change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same Clear the lane, comin through like Kobe, you can't hold me You can't stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi' I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit Like every idiot that can spit be droppin a hit I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic It's like tryin to squeeze water from rocks I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock Sick of niggaz screamin they hot, but really they not Beatin you all to the ground like six L.A. cops Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot and lived to tell about it, never leavin home without it, c'mon [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] There's no one out there, for us, to fear I'll say it loud and clear.. Who can say they're close, to us Speak now and you'll be brought, to tears [King Tee] They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin off on Central with the rag back, lookin like life's so simple Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets If Trife can't cover the house, call X Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers Move somethin, make killers do somethin, f'real The bitch-made often politic with the skill Now shit's all twisted, unlisted Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit We gifted, twenty-four hours and still lifted (*X*: Bitch keep your vagina) We drunk and ain't interested Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin it Standin at the bar, soft-styled in the cut 'Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much!' Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup The West and Eastside keep smokin them blunts, niggaz [Interlude: Butch Cassidy] Let's get with it, I was born to trip Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip We ain't for games and shit Change your spot, cause we're known to dip No time for chasin hoes I'm on a mission cause my cash is low There's no need to speak on those Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes [Defari] There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto Pops Finnish choco-late, moms Mississippi yellow Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence Together we rise, no time for seperateness My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a jack of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude of 'F**k ya' [Xzibit] Built to run forever, X the infinite First line of defense to smash through the immigrants Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin Close the curtain, shut down your whole production Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin without thinkin; I mastered the art of hard drinkin Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best I'm still f**kin with your pockets like the IRS, so yo [Chorus] [Butch Cassidy] Gather all around, to see how we display our vicious skills I done seen and heard, enough Let's prove the West coast is for real .. speak now and you'll be brought to tears .. |
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