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from Black And White [Explicit Version] (Black And White) [ost] (2000)
I wanna speak to you motherfuckers for a minute, yea
China(?), yeah thanks for the lighter anybody smoke here? yeah, aight, thats more for me you punk motherfuckers look, check it out, look (Verse 1) Everybody, here was born to hustle it's a very thin line between the boss and the muscle we foot soldiers face first in the trenches only time I'm on my back is fucking these hoes and weight bitches hell's kitchen, raw kitchen never crying and bitching and settling for less metal in your chest, take a final breath revolutionary it's X-man the mercenary carry a .44 desert eagle feeding my people even if it aint legal low-ride in the regal or the cadillac money stack probably give yo ass a heart attack purchased your last cd I want my money back you see the battle Ima see you in the street survival of the first to draw the heaters and the cannons Im guaranteed to be the last man standing (Chorus 2x) crack a bottle for your hard time it's dedicated to my soldiers on the front line this one's for all of us thinking bout your casualties learn from mistakes, protect your family cause its the year 2000 (Verse 2) everybody wanna be king fuck everything all this shit is bout to me mine I hear it all the time livin life for the day easier to burn than papier-mache started with Dre graduate to radioplay I still ain't satisfied bout to blast off worldwide get in line check the politics ever wonder why only certain motherfuckers get rich ain't this a bitch barely can eat, barely can pee I dedicate my life to the street it's not for you if your stomach is weak relax with dead bodies covered with sheets thats the only time I really find peace having violent stand-offs with the police North Hollywood beef grinding my teeth have you stuck and stunned in disbelief new breed Im the bad seed smoke your weed til my mothafucking eyes bleed dedicated to the niggas that despise us so ain't nobody s'posed to be here besides us catch a flatline (Chorus 2x) Broadcastin live from Planet Los Angeles Right, heh, it's X to tha Z, Xzibit What, new millenium, (Verse 3) I was one that never begged for nothing me and my homies build penitentiary huff-it running your mouth like a bitch cause you all on my dick what is he dogg pound now? is he still with Tha Liks? is he rich? is xzibit a crip? this is business stay the fuck out of my family shit a grown man, the back of my hand is what you will see if the X-fives make you believe you check the sound scan I do the math me and my staff run a worldwide warpath a bloodbath, make Xzibit have a good laugh it's going down, hit the ground like a plane crash you lil fags ain't prepared for the X-man scared and desperate young and restless there is no guest list move to the back of the line yo its my time, prime time only where the beats and the rhyme shine (Chorus 2x) |
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from Black and White [Clean Version] (Black and White) [ost] (2000)
I wanna speak to you motherfuckers for a minute, yea
China(?), yeah thanks for the lighter anybody smoke here? yeah, aight, thats more for me you punk motherfuckers look, check it out, look (Verse 1) Everybody, here was born to hustle it's a very thin line between the boss and the muscle we foot soldiers face first in the trenches only time I'm on my back is fucking these hoes and weight bitches hell's kitchen, raw kitchen never crying and bitching and settling for less metal in your chest, take a final breath revolutionary it's X-man the mercenary carry a .44 desert eagle feeding my people even if it aint legal low-ride in the regal or the cadillac money stack probably give yo ass a heart attack purchased your last cd I want my money back you see the battle Ima see you in the street survival of the first to draw the heaters and the cannons Im guaranteed to be the last man standing (Chorus 2x) crack a bottle for your hard time it's dedicated to my soldiers on the front line this one's for all of us thinking bout your casualties learn from mistakes, protect your family cause its the year 2000 (Verse 2) everybody wanna be king fuck everything all this shit is bout to me mine I hear it all the time livin life for the day easier to burn than papier-mache started with Dre graduate to radioplay I still ain't satisfied bout to blast off worldwide get in line check the politics ever wonder why only certain motherfuckers get rich ain't this a bitch barely can eat, barely can pee I dedicate my life to the street it's not for you if your stomach is weak relax with dead bodies covered with sheets thats the only time I really find peace having violent stand-offs with the police North Hollywood beef grinding my teeth have you stuck and stunned in disbelief new breed Im the bad seed smoke your weed til my mothafucking eyes bleed dedicated to the niggas that despise us so ain't nobody s'posed to be here besides us catch a flatline (Chorus 2x) Broadcastin live from Planet Los Angeles Right, heh, it's X to tha Z, Xzibit What, new millenium, (Verse 3) I was one that never begged for nothing me and my homies build penitentiary huff-it running your mouth like a bitch cause you all on my dick what is he dogg pound now? is he still with Tha Liks? is he rich? is xzibit a crip? this is business stay the fuck out of my family shit a grown man, the back of my hand is what you will see if the X-fives make you believe you check the sound scan I do the math me and my staff run a worldwide warpath a bloodbath, make Xzibit have a good laugh it's going down, hit the ground like a plane crash you lil fags ain't prepared for the X-man scared and desperate young and restless there is no guest list move to the back of the line yo its my time, prime time only where the beats and the rhyme shine (Chorus 2x) |
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from Xzibit - X (2001)
I wanna speak to you motherfuckers for a minute, yea
China(?), yeah thanks for the lighter anybody smoke here? yeah, aight, thats more for me you punk motherfuckers look, check it out, look (Verse 1) Everybody, here was born to hustle it's a very thin line between the boss and the muscle we foot soldiers face first in the trenches only time I'm on my back is fucking these hoes and weight bitches hell's kitchen, raw kitchen never crying and bitching and settling for less metal in your chest, take a final breath revolutionary it's X-man the mercenary carry a .44 desert eagle feeding my people even if it aint legal low-ride in the regal or the cadillac money stack probably give yo ass a heart attack purchased your last cd I want my money back you see the battle Ima see you in the street survival of the first to draw the heaters and the cannons Im guaranteed to be the last man standing (Chorus 2x) crack a bottle for your hard time it's dedicated to my soldiers on the front line this one's for all of us thinking bout your casualties learn from mistakes, protect your family cause its the year 2000 (Verse 2) everybody wanna be king fuck everything all this shit is bout to me mine I hear it all the time livin life for the day easier to burn than papier-mache started with Dre graduate to radioplay I still ain't satisfied bout to blast off worldwide get in line check the politics ever wonder why only certain motherfuckers get rich ain't this a bitch barely can eat, barely can pee I dedicate my life to the street it's not for you if your stomach is weak relax with dead bodies covered with sheets thats the only time I really find peace having violent stand-offs with the police North Hollywood beef grinding my teeth have you stuck and stunned in disbelief new breed Im the bad seed smoke your weed til my mothafucking eyes bleed dedicated to the niggas that despise us so ain't nobody s'posed to be here besides us catch a flatline (Chorus 2x) Broadcastin live from Planet Los Angeles Right, heh, it's X to tha Z, Xzibit What, new millenium, (Verse 3) I was one that never begged for nothing me and my homies build penitentiary huff-it running your mouth like a bitch cause you all on my dick what is he dogg pound now? is he still with Tha Liks? is he rich? is xzibit a crip? this is business stay the fuck out of my family shit a grown man, the back of my hand is what you will see if the X-fives make you believe you check the sound scan I do the math me and my staff run a worldwide warpath a bloodbath, make Xzibit have a good laugh it's going down, hit the ground like a plane crash you lil fags ain't prepared for the X-man scared and desperate young and restless there is no guest list move to the back of the line yo its my time, prime time only where the beats and the rhyme shine (Chorus 2x) |
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from Xzibit - Restless (2000)
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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from Xzibit - Restless (2003)
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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from Xzibit - 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz (1998)
Speaking:
And so it was written, and after all these things, I saw another angel come down from heaven Having great power and the eath was lighted with his glory And he cried mightily with the strong voice saying "Babylon the great has fallen, it's fallen and has become the habitation of devils and the home to every fowl spirit and a cage of very unclean and hateful men" What you see is what you get now Xzibit never wait around for kick downs, get my own shit, blowe Shot heard around the world Uplift, bench press, arm curl, keep the structure of the temple To make things simple my existance is to ripple through time Only concern is what is mine, divine, never monkey shine walkin' down the very thin line, holdin' wait, runnin' crazy in the streets, yeah Plus the company I keep work in overtime while you oversleep don't wanna see none of this evil I speak Around on the atlas, cume la matra, the super actress You all get close-lined and pinned the mattress All day, every day, every which way Who said to can't have your take, you need a tune (fuck you) This is a hard time on planet earth for what it's worth Xzibit stand station without reabilitation like this Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters, gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it moving What you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wow Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone and no matter where I roam I feel right at home What you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wow Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone and no matter where I roam I feel right at home And that's the real shit You got more than you bargained for Hit the floor I pull a fast one to let you know that today could be your last one, black, take your breath like an asthma attack Just a slave like Flava Flav, you're blind to the fact Mr. X to the Z the Liks and King T guranteed to bring the house down naturally Niggas knowin' no limits lime Master P makin' you motherfuckin' bastards see, what, a whole different breed of MC Realize it's you against me, catch a three-hundred and sixty degree roundhouse to the mouth right and like the sun, make the hot shit shine bright I feelin' like my whole life is a green light never turn red 'cause I strike like a rattle-snake, lock like a dread Niggas wanna bump heads but they better off dead Came crashin' through the door like the Feds, bring it What you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wow Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone and no matter where I roam I feel right at home What you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wow Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone and no matter where I roam I feel right at home And that's the real shit And yeah, everybody start to rush Swingin' through is your friendly neighborhood lush I crack your bottle than watch how Xzibit bust I regulate like a killer with a nickel plate Uh set it straight and start to shakin' you down, breakin' new ground, construction work heavy artilary, put your dick in the dirt Stay alert, the game is rough so you might get hurt Slug burnt through your jacket, through your sweater, through your shirt Get cut from th belly up I burnt the chain fast lane, suck my sugar cane I'm tryin' to spart that niggas brain while you entertain trivial things, material things, protected by the underground kings who rule the land with an iron fist The "Men In Black", if we flash can't remember shit You cross me, I'll make you pay like the government, I wanna kill Sam 'cause my package came short 12 grames, get the picture Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters, gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it moving What you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wow Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone and no matter where I roam I feel right at home, yeah, yeah What you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wow Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone and no matter where I roam I feel right at home What you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wow Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone and no matter where I roam I feel right at home, yeah, yeah What you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wow Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone and no matter where I roam I feel right at home |
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from Xzibit - Man Vs Machine (2002)
Yeah, keep that
Huh.. what a mess Yeah.. I see you (PRIMO!!) Yeah.. I was blessed with some clarity right? Uh-huh, hah.. I'ma sit back Tell you niggaz what I been lookin at, huh [Xzibit] Y'all niggaz is killin me You got Bloods and Crips in New York City, is anybody feelin me? I ain't concerned with who gon' shoot who I'm only concerned with music, and who break through FUCK YOU, for thinkin platinum is the ultimate goal These faggot niggaz gettin they money, but losin they soul I don't wanna hear shit from you niggaz with no background No backbones, you get no chance to back down Deal how we deal witcha, peons, no chips Changin whips out so they can look richer I see the big picture, startin in the kitchen with bricks and Pyrex pots, the widescreen edition Listen, I seen niggaz hit with so much time loc They have to die and come back three times to see them white folks Take notes, cause you will be tested Vested up, drunk as fuck, large caliber weapons I feel you.. rap niggaz, fuckin it up Monkey-mouthed muh'fuckers, spoilin the cut For real niggaz in the street, really hustlin weight See they networks and blueprints on hip-hop tapes Johnny Law catchin on, soakin up the game How you think they find the stash spots and follow the slang? STUPID Grown men playin cops and robbers Death for dollars, I'm too laid back to holla [Chorus 2X: *scratched by DJ Premier*] [X] What a mess.. "And Ruff up, the motherfuckin House" - GZA "Hope y'all niggaz hearin this right" "We.. we gon'.. we gon' gon' win" [Xzibit] Look at what we leavin behind We back at square one, ridin, with nuttin to ride fo' Dyin for nuttin worth dyin fo' The blind lead the blind with a blindfold, with "Eyes Wide Shut" Save mine up, cause nothin ever last forever Never nothin out of my reach, we blast whoever I can split a muh'fucker from his ass to his last thought Shit talk, then stomp through the asphault It's yo' fault we tow-truck for your outline In due time, you'll find, the world is mine So I listen to the rhetorhic, jealousy and the ignorance Can't stop me nigga, my mind too militant God blessed me with a chin And a heavy right-left combination that'll cave your face in So don't make me hurt you, patience is virtue They only got a few of us let, huh [Chorus] [Xzibit] Primo.. turn me up.. Now it's two-thousand-and-two; where kids do whatever the fuck they wanna do, huh, sad but true Wanna take another life like it's the thing to do Shit, we the biggest gang, flaggin red white and blue baby Designer drugs, pimps and thugs Can't shoot, innocent folks, hit with slugs One day it's gon' all make sense, 'til then use your brains and your strength it's your best defense, c'mon [Chorus] w/ variations [X] What a mess.. |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Clean Version] (2002)
Yeah, keep that
Huh.. what a mess Yeah.. I see you (PRIMO!!) Yeah.. I was blessed with some clarity right? Uh-huh, hah.. I'ma sit back Tell you niggaz what I been lookin at, huh [Xzibit] Y'all niggaz is killin me You got Bloods and Crips in New York City, is anybody feelin me? I ain't concerned with who gon' shoot who I'm only concerned with music, and who break through FUCK YOU, for thinkin platinum is the ultimate goal These faggot niggaz gettin they money, but losin they soul I don't wanna hear shit from you niggaz with no background No backbones, you get no chance to back down Deal how we deal witcha, peons, no chips Changin whips out so they can look richer I see the big picture, startin in the kitchen with bricks and Pyrex pots, the widescreen edition Listen, I seen niggaz hit with so much time loc They have to die and come back three times to see them white folks Take notes, cause you will be tested Vested up, drunk as fuck, large caliber weapons I feel you.. rap niggaz, fuckin it up Monkey-mouthed muh'fuckers, spoilin the cut For real niggaz in the street, really hustlin weight See they networks and blueprints on hip-hop tapes Johnny Law catchin on, soakin up the game How you think they find the stash spots and follow the slang? STUPID Grown men playin cops and robbers Death for dollars, I'm too laid back to holla [Chorus 2X: *scratched by DJ Premier*] [X] What a mess.. "And Ruff up, the motherfuckin House" - GZA "Hope y'all niggaz hearin this right" "We.. we gon'.. we gon' gon' win" [Xzibit] Look at what we leavin behind We back at square one, ridin, with nuttin to ride fo' Dyin for nuttin worth dyin fo' The blind lead the blind with a blindfold, with "Eyes Wide Shut" Save mine up, cause nothin ever last forever Never nothin out of my reach, we blast whoever I can split a muh'fucker from his ass to his last thought Shit talk, then stomp through the asphault It's yo' fault we tow-truck for your outline In due time, you'll find, the world is mine So I listen to the rhetorhic, jealousy and the ignorance Can't stop me nigga, my mind too militant God blessed me with a chin And a heavy right-left combination that'll cave your face in So don't make me hurt you, patience is virtue They only got a few of us let, huh [Chorus] [Xzibit] Primo.. turn me up.. Now it's two-thousand-and-two; where kids do whatever the fuck they wanna do, huh, sad but true Wanna take another life like it's the thing to do Shit, we the biggest gang, flaggin red white and blue baby Designer drugs, pimps and thugs Can't shoot, innocent folks, hit with slugs One day it's gon' all make sense, 'til then use your brains and your strength it's your best defense, c'mon [Chorus] w/ variations [X] What a mess.. |
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from Xzibit - Restless (2003)
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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from Tash - Rap Life [Explicit Version] (1999)
(feat. Phil Da Agony, Xzibit)
[Intro:] [Tash] Likwit Crew baby We bout to take this one ghetto, ghetto Universal universe The solar system, the solar system This is goin' out to The Detroit homies The Cleveland homies The Sacramento homies The Oakland homies The Florida homies The Atlanta homies New York homies Jersey homies Texas homies Arkansas homies World wide [Verse 1:] [Tash] I got a lot off friends But how many Tru Homies The kinda if I go to jail, They on they way for me The kinda if I go to jail, They on they way for me Don't get around no trick And try to act if you don't know me Homie, this is likwit family, We all in together If that bitch will eat a pussy Tell that bitch she was your brother You share and share a light, That's how we do with one and other You just met that bitch tonight And now you actin' like you love her Fuck you, you a whore I gotta keep it real I shook a Nigga quick, End up with J and Phil J is from the backtown Phil is from the ville These my diamond motherfuckers And my Niggas shoot to kill Even if we clock a meal So money ain't the issue If you in some bullshit I'm in that shit with you Can't let no bullets hit you If you die I won't forget you Likwit takin' over 99 it's official We hit you were it hurt, Until your mind don't work Run 'em over on my turf Drives a Nigga berserk So their ain't no way about to Walhalla And you surround her All I gotta do is lie to somebody, And getting pounded We run triple foul Killa-Cal with the style [?], bow wow, right now Cause this is how we do it If you know me, homie show me I am my brothers keeper, That's what my daddy told me [Chorus:] [Xzibit] We're about 45 deep, where we all go to The uncontainable, ungradible Likwit crew We only roll with a chosen few, true homeboys Only separate the real Niggas from the decoys Killafornia B-Boys, I got ya back automatically They wanna get through you, they gotta go through me About 45 deep, where we all go to The uncontainable, ungradible Likwit crew [Verse 2:] [Phil Da Agony of Barbershop MC's] Phil Da Ag, Xzibit and Tash, the true homies The bottom set it off, My Likwit crew will set it for me The type that always got the itchy fingers on the triggers Yo my Niggas go ahead, Tash [?] X shown in for all of my best friends The cash that I was walkin' turned me hop into the Benz My friends say when I die, They carry me before they bury me [?]My friends, that be fuckin the French women that marry's me? My [?] who give a fuck if I stopped breathin' Better relax Nigga and start bleedin', y'all my [?] I could pass out, black out or be out on the concrete The urgency technique, You have learned to see at the street Phil the Agony on defeat Likwit fleet is rollin' deep Rollin' well with laser beams on they heat If I get kidnapped, tied up, beaten and strapped My kids'll still kick in the ransom to get me back [Chorus] [Verse 3:] [Xzibit] Never ever rat on your friends We make moves like identical twins I'm talkin' dirt, bitches and ends All around the map to sett 'em choppin' Los Angeles Took the route, I hold it down, While other Niggas abandon us The city of lost angels We work the angles like a crime syndicate ?Flash Bentley on the benedict? Screamin' Likwit, hit you automatic We could benefit You ain't are listed in the rage You just an immigrant But rhyme just together is tougher than leather Niggas die for whatever I clear the whole street When I let my sweater And let it rain with the baretta Provoke insanity, when you talkin' with my family Front line, first stream, Alkaholik regime Carried away or get cut from the team Me and my brothers stick together, cause that's all we got And I'ma have my Niggas back till my caps pop [Chorus] [Outro:] [Tash] Uh, It's all love It's all love [?] Now let me shout it out to; All the Chicago homies The Northern Ohio homies Seattle, D.C, Virginia L, I now y'all homies get it right Tru Homies |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo it's the immaculate conception Busta Bus himself And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacular X to the Zizzle That's what the fuck it is, 'nuff said YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! I wanna see you motherfuckers put your hands up Stretch bitch like you doin aerobics motherfucker Yeah! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Thought you was a tough guy? {*BOOM!*} When I put one right in ya head, now tell me what you think you is now (A top dollar biller, a Rottweiler, a killer) (Slap the shit out a nigga tryin to copy my style) [Busta Rhymes] Check it I got cars (many) switches (many) hoes and (many) bitches (Many) huh, bodies that's buried in holes of many ditches (Many, many) homes, plenty chrome up on my whip (Plenty) stop for you make me run up on your block and cock the semi Ready, any, nigga front I hold it steady I (cock) back (pop) the ratchet and spill your spaghetti HUH! Properties or blocks, we control 'em (Many, many) glocks know how I kill all your soldiers Freddy My machete (huh) will cut niggaz like I ain't really like 'em (Ha!) Then carve a nigga meat deep like I'm killin a bison HUH! Tyson, animal instinct the way I will beat you Got (many) shots and (plenty) spots for them bullets to eat you (Ha!) See through (huh) them holes them bullets'll leave in between you (Ha!) It seems you, got left to die slow all up inside the venue [Chorus] [Xzibit] Yup! Yo Orangutangin slangin, I'm hangin over the edge I rock two 40 glocks, I call 'em Barney and Fred I stay hungry like I'm only fed water and bread The king of the castle get at you, screamin off witcha head Brutal bustin, it's the X to the Z, we chart climbin You see my name next to that diamond, it's all timin Hit you in the stomach, with somethin your face and feet'll be touchin to have your bones start crackin and bustin To my women who be workin them jeans with fat asses Rich Itala heels, Roberto Cavali glasses Come to my hideout, let me pimp your ride out Hit your backside, tear your spine out and slide out (HUHHH!) Yeah, cause my grind don't quit I'm a walkin franchise with them extra clips I keep the bread roll thick, do lines so sick that you can cut 'em with a razor blade, sniff the shit, c'mon [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Yeah, check it I tell you (no lie) bitch nigga you (gon' die - kill or be killed!) Or get bodied just because you (walked by - nigga be still!) 'Fore the trigger go off and a (shot fly) and the shit'll be ill If the shot turn your stomach to a (pot pie) nigga we spill A little liquor for the homey muh'fucka (WE STILL) 'll make a nigga leak blood, 'til he need a (REFILL) You try to be a tough guy, and complicate what I build Somebody don't beat the shit out this muh'fucka (WE WILL!) [Xzibit] Asthmatic, dramatic, fold you like a Kraftmatic Heavy metal press hittin your chest like a train wreck Command respect, throw it one time for your set on deck Niggaz you never forget I set up precedents, homey you never snitch, hide the evidence Dummies dig ditches, they dyin for dead presidents The big screen make 'em seem large like an elephant But in real life they so soft and so delicate |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction [Clean Version] (2004)
[Busta Rhymes] Aiyyo it's the immaculate conception Busta Bus himself And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacular X to the Zizzle That's what the fuck it is, 'nuff said YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! I wanna see you motherfuckers put your hands up Stretch bitch like you doin aerobics motherfucker Yeah! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Thought you was a tough guy? {*BOOM!*} When I put one right in ya head, now tell me what you think you is now (A top dollar biller, a Rottweiler, a killer) (Slap the shit out a nigga tryin to copy my style) [Busta Rhymes] Check it I got cars (many) switches (many) hoes and (many) bitches (Many) huh, bodies that's buried in holes of many ditches (Many, many) homes, plenty chrome up on my whip (Plenty) stop for you make me run up on your block and cock the semi Ready, any, nigga front I hold it steady I (cock) back (pop) the ratchet and spill your spaghetti HUH! Properties or blocks, we control 'em (Many, many) glocks know how I kill all your soldiers Freddy My machete (huh) will cut niggaz like I ain't really like 'em (Ha!) Then carve a nigga meat deep like I'm killin a bison HUH! Tyson, animal instinct the way I will beat you Got (many) shots and (plenty) spots for them bullets to eat you (Ha!) See through (huh) them holes them bullets'll leave in between you (Ha!) It seems you, got left to die slow all up inside the venue [Chorus] [Xzibit] Yup! Yo Orangutangin slangin, I'm hangin over the edge I rock two 40 glocks, I call 'em Barney and Fred I stay hungry like I'm only fed water and bread The king of the castle get at you, screamin off witcha head Brutal bustin, it's the X to the Z, we chart climbin You see my name next to that diamond, it's all timin Hit you in the stomach, with somethin your face and feet'll be touchin to have your bones start crackin and bustin To my women who be workin them jeans with fat asses Rich Itala heels, Roberto Cavali glasses Come to my hideout, let me pimp your ride out Hit your backside, tear your spine out and slide out (HUHHH!) Yeah, cause my grind don't quit I'm a walkin franchise with them extra clips I keep the bread roll thick, do lines so sick that you can cut 'em with a razor blade, sniff the shit, c'mon [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Yeah, check it I tell you (no lie) bitch nigga you (gon' die - kill or be killed!) Or get bodied just because you (walked by - nigga be still!) 'Fore the trigger go off and a (shot fly) and the shit'll be ill If the shot turn your stomach to a (pot pie) nigga we spill A little liquor for the homey muh'fucka (WE STILL) 'll make a nigga leak blood, 'til he need a (REFILL) You try to be a tough guy, and complicate what I build Somebody don't beat the shit out this muh'fucka (WE WILL!) [Xzibit] Asthmatic, dramatic, fold you like a Kraftmatic Heavy metal press hittin your chest like a train wreck Command respect, throw it one time for your set on deck Niggaz you never forget I set up precedents, homey you never snitch, hide the evidence Dummies dig ditches, they dyin for dead presidents The big screen make 'em seem large like an elephant But in real life they so soft and so delicate |
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from Xzibit - Weapons Of Mass Destruction (2004)
[Busta Rhymes] Aiyyo it's the immaculate conception Busta Bus himself And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacular X to the Zizzle That's what the fuck it is, 'nuff said YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! I wanna see you motherfuckers put your hands up Stretch bitch like you doin aerobics motherfucker Yeah! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Thought you was a tough guy? {*BOOM!*} When I put one right in ya head, now tell me what you think you is now (A top dollar biller, a Rottweiler, a killer) (Slap the shit out a nigga tryin to copy my style) [Busta Rhymes] Check it I got cars (many) switches (many) hoes and (many) bitches (Many) huh, bodies that's buried in holes of many ditches (Many, many) homes, plenty chrome up on my whip (Plenty) stop for you make me run up on your block and cock the semi Ready, any, nigga front I hold it steady I (cock) back (pop) the ratchet and spill your spaghetti HUH! Properties or blocks, we control 'em (Many, many) glocks know how I kill all your soldiers Freddy My machete (huh) will cut niggaz like I ain't really like 'em (Ha!) Then carve a nigga meat deep like I'm killin a bison HUH! Tyson, animal instinct the way I will beat you Got (many) shots and (plenty) spots for them bullets to eat you (Ha!) See through (huh) them holes them bullets'll leave in between you (Ha!) It seems you, got left to die slow all up inside the venue [Chorus] [Xzibit] Yup! Yo Orangutangin slangin, I'm hangin over the edge I rock two 40 glocks, I call 'em Barney and Fred I stay hungry like I'm only fed water and bread The king of the castle get at you, screamin off witcha head Brutal bustin, it's the X to the Z, we chart climbin You see my name next to that diamond, it's all timin Hit you in the stomach, with somethin your face and feet'll be touchin to have your bones start crackin and bustin To my women who be workin them jeans with fat asses Rich Itala heels, Roberto Cavali glasses Come to my hideout, let me pimp your ride out Hit your backside, tear your spine out and slide out (HUHHH!) Yeah, cause my grind don't quit I'm a walkin franchise with them extra clips I keep the bread roll thick, do lines so sick that you can cut 'em with a razor blade, sniff the shit, c'mon [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Yeah, check it I tell you (no lie) bitch nigga you (gon' die - kill or be killed!) Or get bodied just because you (walked by - nigga be still!) 'Fore the trigger go off and a (shot fly) and the shit'll be ill If the shot turn your stomach to a (pot pie) nigga we spill A little liquor for the homey muh'fucka (WE STILL) 'll make a nigga leak blood, 'til he need a (REFILL) You try to be a tough guy, and complicate what I build Somebody don't beat the shit out this muh'fucka (WE WILL!) [Xzibit] Asthmatic, dramatic, fold you like a Kraftmatic Heavy metal press hittin your chest like a train wreck Command respect, throw it one time for your set on deck Niggaz you never forget I set up precedents, homey you never snitch, hide the evidence Dummies dig ditches, they dyin for dead presidents The big screen make 'em seem large like an elephant But in real life they so soft and so delicate |
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from Xzibit - Full Circle (2007)
<i>[Xzibit]</i>
Big bad insane Strong Arm Steady gang Way beyond the days of rockin them stupid rapper chains Comin through clear the lane, send a bullet through your brain Number one with a bullet - faster than the bullet train Pop it if you pull it mayne, hang with orangutans I live for my soldiers, ask them, they gon' say the same My gauge rings your bells like the Hunchback of Notre Dame Ain't even gotta say it, you motherfuckers know the name Legendary classic, niggaz be punk pussy and plastic Wastin the time and the minds of the masses (yeah!) But look how strong we are, man I'm a motherfuckin star Every week I cop a house and a car The mini-mansion off in Vegas with the vanquish That's where I mastermind my situations, determination and patience We don't speak the same language (no) I got a translator spittin 25 times, see your bitch ass later, C'MON! <i>[Chorus: Xzibit]</i> That nigga X to the Z, that boy is somethin to see, cause he a G I got the whole world waitin on me! I'm about that grind so motherfucker don't waste my time I got the whole world waitin on me! If you ready to ride, c'mon, get in my ride and let's slide I got the whole world waitin on me! ... Yeah! I got the whole world waitin on me! <i>[Xzibit]</i> Niggaz screamin they the shit but that shit ain't real I don't need to be the shit cause shit roll downhill I'm escalatin aggressively, millions built up in equity Corporations invest in me, bangin shit 'til the death of me (YEAH!) Cooked coke recipe, money come back so thick My kid's kids couldn't spend this shit Get a grip, pop a clip, chop down that brick No amount of fame gon' change this gangsta spit Quick to roll out the backwood (yeah) smoke out your buildin We soldiers devoted dressed down like civilians Niggaz wanna kill me because I make millions (that's weak!) That's weak like gangstas that hide behind children (hahaha, yeah!) Novocain the game, no shame No feelings, no names, no numbers, naw bitch You can't hang with us (no!) Ashes to ashes and you cain't bust You so popcorn and fake industrious, YEAH! <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Xzibit]</i> Yeah... yeah, whattup Key? I'm liftin plates you'll never find in the weight room So stay tuned my platoon finna touch down soon Cancun to St. Thomas, St. Thomas to the Bahamas Most niggaz ain't really honest so I'm watchin my step I'm the hardest cold-hearted artist, the coast is clear Dubai, Australia to Africa, this is the year! Let the alcohol you sippin saturate in yo' system I be swimmin through these women, man, fuck 'em and flip 'em I know you hopin I would fall to the side, or go to Way Side It ain't a motherfucker alive to come and take mine (no!) Don't procrastinate, don't waste time Never faced time, Houdini with crime, traffic over state lines Military minded, stickin to the base lines Intellectually brighter than California sunshine Yeah, I got my bars up, go pull my cars up (yeah) I love my struggle, never cover my scars up (c'mon) Nigga <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Xzibit - Man Vs Machine (2002)
[Xzibit] Yeah.. welcome.. yeah.. huh.. there's plenty of room for everybody man.. yeah.. bangin.. come on.. yeah.. look.. [Xzibit] Huh, Stay in my lane like a hustla Never hate a motherfucker,tolerate a motherfucker To a certain extent When it's on, it's over Don't get no chance to get popping Forgotten about you before your body cold in a coffin Just another failed attempt, you fall through the cracks Sure as God made man, the first man was Black The Black man made pyramids and gangsta rap That's all I know, cuz poppa didn't raise no rats Face the facts not the fiction I Build my empire from a pocket full of stones And a fifth of ambition Niggas wanna ball but they never wanna listen so instead of coming up, they just, come up missin My mission is to hit with precision, shake whole continents Crush niggas' confidence, expose my dominance Without no conflict, you'll never have progress I'm sending this one out to all the neighborhoods and projects, I'm a [Chorus - A.H. singing (Xzibit)] One shot gambler (Yeah) Two shot gambler (Come on) Three-time felon with that itch for dough These madd street (Whuttup) Got me puffin on dro' I'm guilty (What) Tryna make a living (Work it) Thirty-eight albums and still no dollars (Come on) And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo'? (Yeah) These madd street (Uh) Got me puffin on dro' (Uh) I'm guilty .. For tryna make a living [Xzibit] Bitch I ain't tryna holler at you (nah) I'm just wanna drink, smoke, fuck and toss a couple dollars at you I'm fightin dirty, I'll take thirty of you motherfuckers I'm throwing cheapshots, low-blows and suckerpunches I'm not for the games, I'm not in the mood Not to be confused with dudes that fumble and lose Xzibit move when I hear oppurtunity knockin But I'ma shoot straight through the door if you comin with problems It's too crowded at the bottom, too lonely at the top Ain't no inbetween, trust me, like it or not We gon' be here forever like cops and roaches Do not approach us, ferocious, we pop them toasters, nigga [Interlude - A.H. (X)] I'ma have to hit the block, then around to my hoes I got a haze, two trays, and a change of clothes, cuz Pimpin' ain't easy y'all,it's too sleazy Too greasy, and I can't take it easy! [Chorus] [Xzibit] Everytime I try to get out I get dragged right the fuck back in, it's like I'm never gon' win Nigga got the whole world on his back Overeact, matter fact we act like when animals attack I know, pussy sells faster than crack, ambassador rap Twist back your salary cap, who fuckin with that? Welcome to the X games, enjoy my pain Inhale my smoke, it's hard not to cough or choke Motorola nigga up the old fashion way This ain't rap, this is shit that I was born to say Though lately I been having dillemas, with insignificant niggas And half-ass rappers that think they can get it We the Golden State, we keep the whole thing bouncing Y'all move units, we move mountains Y'all rap for bullshit, tryna be on T.V. We seen you, now we don't like Chandra Levy, I'ma [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Explicit Version] (2002)
[Xzibit]
Yeah.. welcome.. yeah.. huh.. there's plenty of room for everybody man.. yeah.. bangin.. come on.. yeah.. look.. [Xzibit] Huh, Stay in my lane like a hustla Never hate a motherfucker,tolerate a motherfucker To a certain extent When it's on, it's over Don't get no chance to get popping Forgotten about you before your body cold in a coffin Just another failed attempt, you fall through the cracks Sure as God made man, the first man was Black The Black man made pyramids and gangsta rap That's all I know, cuz poppa didn't raise no rats Face the facts not the fiction I Build my empire from a pocket full of stones And a fifth of ambition Niggas wanna ball but they never wanna listen so instead of coming up, they just, come up missin My mission is to hit with precision, shake whole continents Crush niggas' confidence, expose my dominance Without no conflict, you'll never have progress I'm sending this one out to all the neighborhoods and projects, I'm a [Chorus - A.H. singing (Xzibit)] One shot gambler (Yeah) Two shot gambler (Come on) Three-time felon with that itch for dough These madd street (Whuttup) Got me puffin on dro' I'm guilty (What) Tryna make a living (Work it) Thirty-eight albums and still no dollars (Come on) And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo'? (Yeah) These madd street (Uh) Got me puffin on dro' (Uh) I'm guilty .. For tryna make a living [Xzibit] Bitch I ain't tryna holler at you (nah) I'm just wanna drink, smoke, fuck and toss a couple dollars at you I'm fightin dirty, I'll take thirty of you motherfuckers I'm throwing cheapshots, low-blows and suckerpunches I'm not for the games, I'm not in the mood Not to be confused with dudes that fumble and lose Xzibit move when I hear oppurtunity knockin But I'ma shoot straight through the door if you comin with problems It's too crowded at the bottom, too lonely at the top Ain't no inbetween, trust me, like it or not We gon' be here forever like cops and roaches Do not approach us, ferocious, we pop them toasters, nigga [Interlude - A.H. (X)] I'ma have to hit the block, then around to my hoes I got a haze, two trays, and a change of clothes, cuz Pimpin' ain't easy y'all,it's too sleazy Too greasy, and I can't take it easy! [Chorus] [Xzibit] Everytime I try to get out I get dragged right the fuck back in, it's like I'm never gon' win Nigga got the whole world on his back Overeact, matter fact we act like when animals attack I know, pussy sells faster than crack, ambassador rap Twist back your salary cap, who fuckin with that? Welcome to the X games, enjoy my pain Inhale my smoke, it's hard not to cough or choke Motorola nigga up the old fashion way This ain't rap, this is shit that I was born to say Though lately I been having dillemas, with insignificant niggas And half-ass rappers that think they can get it We the Golden State, we keep the whole thing bouncing Y'all move units, we move mountains Y'all rap for bullshit, tryna be on T.V. We seen you, now we don't like Chandra Levy, I'ma [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Clean Version] (2002)
[Xzibit]
Yeah.. welcome.. yeah.. huh.. there's plenty of room for everybody man.. yeah.. bangin.. come on.. yeah.. look.. [Xzibit] Huh, Stay in my lane like a hustla Never hate a motherfucker,tolerate a motherfucker To a certain extent When it's on, it's over Don't get no chance to get popping Forgotten about you before your body cold in a coffin Just another failed attempt, you fall through the cracks Sure as God made man, the first man was Black The Black man made pyramids and gangsta rap That's all I know, cuz poppa didn't raise no rats Face the facts not the fiction I Build my empire from a pocket full of stones And a fifth of ambition Niggas wanna ball but they never wanna listen so instead of coming up, they just, come up missin My mission is to hit with precision, shake whole continents Crush niggas' confidence, expose my dominance Without no conflict, you'll never have progress I'm sending this one out to all the neighborhoods and projects, I'm a [Chorus - A.H. singing (Xzibit)] One shot gambler (Yeah) Two shot gambler (Come on) Three-time felon with that itch for dough These madd street (Whuttup) Got me puffin on dro' I'm guilty (What) Tryna make a living (Work it) Thirty-eight albums and still no dollars (Come on) And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo'? (Yeah) These madd street (Uh) Got me puffin on dro' (Uh) I'm guilty .. For tryna make a living [Xzibit] Bitch I ain't tryna holler at you (nah) I'm just wanna drink, smoke, fuck and toss a couple dollars at you I'm fightin dirty, I'll take thirty of you motherfuckers I'm throwing cheapshots, low-blows and suckerpunches I'm not for the games, I'm not in the mood Not to be confused with dudes that fumble and lose Xzibit move when I hear oppurtunity knockin But I'ma shoot straight through the door if you comin with problems It's too crowded at the bottom, too lonely at the top Ain't no inbetween, trust me, like it or not We gon' be here forever like cops and roaches Do not approach us, ferocious, we pop them toasters, nigga [Interlude - A.H. (X)] I'ma have to hit the block, then around to my hoes I got a haze, two trays, and a change of clothes, cuz Pimpin' ain't easy y'all,it's too sleazy Too greasy, and I can't take it easy! [Chorus] [Xzibit] Everytime I try to get out I get dragged right the fuck back in, it's like I'm never gon' win Nigga got the whole world on his back Overeact, matter fact we act like when animals attack I know, pussy sells faster than crack, ambassador rap Twist back your salary cap, who fuckin with that? Welcome to the X games, enjoy my pain Inhale my smoke, it's hard not to cough or choke Motorola nigga up the old fashion way This ain't rap, this is shit that I was born to say Though lately I been having dillemas, with insignificant niggas And half-ass rappers that think they can get it We the Golden State, we keep the whole thing bouncing Y'all move units, we move mountains Y'all rap for bullshit, tryna be on T.V. We seen you, now we don't like Chandra Levy, I'ma [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - At The Speed Of Life (1996)
When I look you in your eyes I can see my own
Straight love manifested in flesh and bone You's a breath of fresh air in this world of shit You was born to be a soldier don't ever forget Hit back when hit Use force that's effective All these bitches and women Son, please be selective This is California can't stick your dick in everything We will survive necessarily by any means Let no man ever hold you down or supress you It's the 90's the police just arrest you, disrespect you on occasion take life By the time you come of age they'll probably blast on sight It's a shame they protect them but try to serve us When your neck is on the line stand ground then bust In God we trust but just incase keep it loaded and locked Ready to rock Then shake the spot The Foundation You came from a long line of killers and drug dealers Who forever smoke bud So it's probably in your blood Realize you can only run the streets so long Then the streets run you into the ground then gone It's kinda ruff trying to teach you what's right from wrong Same shit different day It's the same ol' song If the time ever comes that I meet my match Take control of my assets Fuck startin' from scratch Take care of your mother Keep yourself on track Just cause niggas get behind you don't mean they got your ack Beware of the serpent Cause there's a time in life the mothafucker will strike And try to make you loose sight Don't be a fake mothafucker tryin' to keep shit real Fill cassettes with idle threats with no guts to kill Son if you ever pull heat Then use it If you got a chance to walk away Then do it Total domination takes full concentration in all situations A solid foundation You are the foundation Begining of a new generation I remember hospital hallway pacin' I was anxious as fuck to see your face shine Only to find that yours looked like mine So it's like I'm livin' twice at the exact same time In this life you can't press stop Then press rewind Gotta live to the fullest never follow behind no man Have your own plan, expand your mind Ain't no paper thin game to raise wannabe thugs This is nothing but love Via sattelite Muggs Take heed when it's your turn to bring new life Make sure it's the woman you gonna make your wife Be prepared for the worst But expect the best No matter where life takes you Come home to the West Survival takes more than just gats and guns That's words to live by From a father to a son Foundation |
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from Xzibit - Full Circle (2007)
Yo, listen, huh
[Chorus:] I just wanna thank you, for bein' around And patiently waitin' and holdin' me down It's easy to see, for Mr. X to the Z That without no you, there could be no me I just wanna thank you, for bein' a fan And watchin' me grow from a boy to a man It's easy to see, for Mr. X to the Z That without no you, there could be no me You 'bout to hear some words, that you ain't probably heard With all of these rappers pullin' triggers and flippin' birds I know it sound absurd, cause they don't tell the truth They prostitutes, fuckin' contaminate the youth But yet I'm guilty of, the things I said above No matter my faults still continue to show me love Naw I ain't perfect man, but yet I stay the same I play chess not checkers but this is not a game And this is not a song, and this is not a verse It's not conceived, or simulated or been rehearsed Spent the first half of my life, thinkin' that I was cursed Could have been hit with a hollow, follow behind my hearse That wasn't meant for me, I spent a decade Makin' it what it's supposed to be, hopefully brought you close to me All these people approaching me, don't even know the half I could be facin' life but X is signin' autographs, damn [Chorus] My son's 11 now, I got to see him grow Makin' his free throws, the way he laughin' at the show Yo he remind me of me, when I was ridin' bikes He gonna' be taller than me, he got my mother's height But yo you know the difference, between me and them others They say you buggin' when I call you my sisters and brothers I coulda' missed it all, I coulda' dropped the ball Mind of Metallica, motherf*** 'em and "kill 'em all" I used to hustle raw, I used to run the streets I used to hustle heats, I grinded all my beef Most of my homies is gone, restin' in peace Some'll never see release from custody of police, but me But nah my little dude get to go to private school And I can do the things my father couldn't afford to do That's what it's 'sposed to do, this is from me to you Support from you and yours, thank you for gettin' me through, true [Chorus] We buried Proof today, it really broke me up To see my brother in that casket, man what the fuck? Media made me angry, I had to soak it up The future is fragile never promised to none of us Hittin' so close to home, but what I focused on Is how he lived, the lives he touched, the cornerstone We never walk alone, although sometime it seems That nightmares go hand in hand with livin' out dreams So let me take this time, from my struggle my grind To let you know that I appreciate you by my side It's been a long ride, a lot of long nights A lot of long flights, worth every sacrifice A soldier of fortune fearless fightin' the good fight I never had a plan be, I never lost sight That's why I hit the stage, that's why I kill the mic It's for my fans that's ridin' with Xzibit for life, right [Chorus] Thank you, for lettin' me breathe For lettin me be who I am, huh, yeah, huh Two little words, y'all never get to hear enough Knahmsayin? Yeah that, hehe Yes.. the return Uh-huh.. breathe |
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from Xzibit - Man Vs Machine (2002)
[Xzibit] Time to snap out of it, welcome to the real world My life like a Hitchcock flick, stick to the script If she can't stick to the script, stick to this dick How she actin off of the fifth? Ridiculous shit We don't need conversation, just crowd participation If you here on vacation we got, rules and regulations Seperate myself from y'all, segregation Tryin to stop Xzibit and Dre? Humiliation Pure elevation, got me some inspiration Two bitches in bubble baths, a beautiful invitation Got a live occupation, live for the moment I'm faced with an altercation manhandlin my opponents I got eyes in the back of my head I never sleep so they bloodshot red Yo we so far ahead of our time If we can stop life and press rewind You still wouldn't catch up 'til 2K and a dime, so turn it up [Chorus - female and male singers] [F] Turn it up! [M] Turn it up [F] This is it! [M] This is it [F] We the shit [M] We the shiiiiiiiiiit [F] Get with it! [F] Give a fuck [M] Give a fuck [F] Who you wit [M] Who you wit [F] Turn it up! [M] Turn it uppppppppppp [F] Get with it! [Dr. Dre] Truthfully speakin, it's lonely up here all by myself So I had to come down and pass around some help From N.W.A to whatever's next Make sure it says ANDRE YOUNG in bold letters on big checks Your shit ain't sellin? Fuck it, get Dr. Dre on it You got a budget? I'll get down, give me half of it One session, one song, I'm gone The first week, you hit the streets, a star is born to add to my universe - let me show you who can invade who nigga, and who can do who the worst Warning from the Surgeon General Watch out for fake hits and bullshit that sounds identical Pick it up, read the credits, who you thought it was? Twenty years in the game, with a constant buzz Pick a year, any year, see how hot I was Same shit today, and still don't give a fuck! [Chorus] [Chorus 2] [M] Stay.. in your place [X] Stay in your place nigga [M] You can't face, what we bringin [X] What we bring to the game, playa [M] Bounce like this [X] Bounce [F] Bounce like this [M] Blaze your shit [F] Blaze your shit [M] And get high for meeeeeeee [Xzibit] Let me give y'all niggaz somethin to hold This product not to be sold Know you can't cook it over a stove You can flip it and come back with a mitt Don't make me reach through your limo tint I just want my twenty percent This is dedicated to the people that spoke too soon I think I'll stop shootin you niggaz and shoot for the moon Motherfuckers turn respect on and off like a light switch I'll never be seen, like Farrakhan fuckin a white bitch Jump I won't flinch, dump I don't miss X holdin this, I'm never losin faith or focus So say what you gotta say, every day a holiday We don't blow the roof, we blow the whole fuckin spot away {*BOOM*} Organize permission like, organized crime Organized minds, organize they nickels and dimes Organized vocab be organizing my rhymes Organizing my business and organizing my time, so turn it up [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Explicit Version] (2002)
[Xzibit]
Time to snap out of it, welcome to the real world My life like a Hitchcock flick, stick to the script If she can't stick to the script, stick to this dick How she actin off of the fifth? Ridiculous shit We don't need conversation, just crowd participation If you here on vacation we got, rules and regulations Seperate myself from y'all, segregation Tryin to stop Xzibit and Dre? Humiliation Pure elevation, got me some inspiration Two bitches in bubble baths, a beautiful invitation Got a live occupation, live for the moment I'm faced with an altercation manhandlin my opponents I got eyes in the back of my head I never sleep so they bloodshot red Yo we so far ahead of our time If we can stop life and press rewind You still wouldn't catch up 'til 2K and a dime, so turn it up [Chorus - female and male singers] [F] Turn it up! [M] Turn it up [F] This is it! [M] This is it [F] We the shit [M] We the shiiiiiiiiiit [F] Get with it! [F] Give a fuck [M] Give a fuck [F] Who you wit [M] Who you wit [F] Turn it up! [M] Turn it uppppppppppp [F] Get with it! [Dr. Dre] Truthfully speakin, it's lonely up here all by myself So I had to come down and pass around some help From N.W.A to whatever's next Make sure it says ANDRE YOUNG in bold letters on big checks Your shit ain't sellin? Fuck it, get Dr. Dre on it You got a budget? I'll get down, give me half of it One session, one song, I'm gone The first week, you hit the streets, a star is born to add to my universe - let me show you who can invade who nigga, and who can do who the worst Warning from the Surgeon General Watch out for fake hits and bullshit that sounds identical Pick it up, read the credits, who you thought it was? Twenty years in the game, with a constant buzz Pick a year, any year, see how hot I was Same shit today, and still don't give a fuck! [Chorus] [Chorus 2] [M] Stay.. in your place [X] Stay in your place nigga [M] You can't face, what we bringin [X] What we bring to the game, playa [M] Bounce like this [X] Bounce [F] Bounce like this [M] Blaze your shit [F] Blaze your shit [M] And get high for meeeeeeee [Xzibit] Let me give y'all niggaz somethin to hold This product not to be sold Know you can't cook it over a stove You can flip it and come back with a mitt Don't make me reach through your limo tint I just want my twenty percent This is dedicated to the people that spoke too soon I think I'll stop shootin you niggaz and shoot for the moon Motherfuckers turn respect on and off like a light switch I'll never be seen, like Farrakhan fuckin a white bitch Jump I won't flinch, dump I don't miss X holdin this, I'm never losin faith or focus So say what you gotta say, every day a holiday We don't blow the roof, we blow the whole fuckin spot away {*BOOM*} Organize permission like, organized crime Organized minds, organize they nickels and dimes Organized vocab be organizing my rhymes Organizing my business and organizing my time, so turn it up [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Clean Version] (2002)
[Xzibit]
Time to snap out of it, welcome to the real world My life like a Hitchcock flick, stick to the script If she can't stick to the script, stick to this dick How she actin off of the fifth? Ridiculous shit We don't need conversation, just crowd participation If you here on vacation we got, rules and regulations Seperate myself from y'all, segregation Tryin to stop Xzibit and Dre? Humiliation Pure elevation, got me some inspiration Two bitches in bubble baths, a beautiful invitation Got a live occupation, live for the moment I'm faced with an altercation manhandlin my opponents I got eyes in the back of my head I never sleep so they bloodshot red Yo we so far ahead of our time If we can stop life and press rewind You still wouldn't catch up 'til 2K and a dime, so turn it up [Chorus - female and male singers] [F] Turn it up! [M] Turn it up [F] This is it! [M] This is it [F] We the shit [M] We the shiiiiiiiiiit [F] Get with it! [F] Give a fuck [M] Give a fuck [F] Who you wit [M] Who you wit [F] Turn it up! [M] Turn it uppppppppppp [F] Get with it! [Dr. Dre] Truthfully speakin, it's lonely up here all by myself So I had to come down and pass around some help From N.W.A to whatever's next Make sure it says ANDRE YOUNG in bold letters on big checks Your shit ain't sellin? Fuck it, get Dr. Dre on it You got a budget? I'll get down, give me half of it One session, one song, I'm gone The first week, you hit the streets, a star is born to add to my universe - let me show you who can invade who nigga, and who can do who the worst Warning from the Surgeon General Watch out for fake hits and bullshit that sounds identical Pick it up, read the credits, who you thought it was? Twenty years in the game, with a constant buzz Pick a year, any year, see how hot I was Same shit today, and still don't give a fuck! [Chorus] [Chorus 2] [M] Stay.. in your place [X] Stay in your place nigga [M] You can't face, what we bringin [X] What we bring to the game, playa [M] Bounce like this [X] Bounce [F] Bounce like this [M] Blaze your shit [F] Blaze your shit [M] And get high for meeeeeeee [Xzibit] Let me give y'all niggaz somethin to hold This product not to be sold Know you can't cook it over a stove You can flip it and come back with a mitt Don't make me reach through your limo tint I just want my twenty percent This is dedicated to the people that spoke too soon I think I'll stop shootin you niggaz and shoot for the moon Motherfuckers turn respect on and off like a light switch I'll never be seen, like Farrakhan fuckin a white bitch Jump I won't flinch, dump I don't miss X holdin this, I'm never losin faith or focus So say what you gotta say, every day a holiday We don't blow the roof, we blow the whole fuckin spot away {*BOOM*} Organize permission like, organized crime Organized minds, organize they nickels and dimes Organized vocab be organizing my rhymes Organizing my business and organizing my time, so turn it up [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
Tonight I wanna take a few minutes to dicuss a great threat to peace.The dictator who is assembling the world's most dangerous weapons, is here in our own country.He is a homicidal dictator, who is addict to weapons of mass destruction.He has proven he is capable of any crime.The tyrant is me.I have directed the administration to support the use of violence against all of you.I will kill thousands, or hundreds of thousands of innocent people in our country and across the world. I um, resolve to bring sudden terror and suffering with horrible poisons, and diseases, and gases.Men and women, boys and girls, thousands of civilians will be killed in a single day, murdered at random, and with out remorse.My ultimate ambitions are to control the peoples of the United States, and to blackmail the rest of the world with weapons of mass terror.Weapons of Mass Destruction.
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from Xzibit - Weapons Of Mass Destruction (2004)
Tonight I wanna take a few minutes to dicuss a great threat to peace.The dictator who is assembling the world's most dangerous weapons, is here in our own country.He is a homicidal dictator, who is addict to weapons of mass destruction.He has proven he is capable of any crime.The tyrant is me.I have directed the administration to support the use of violence against all of you.I will kill thousands, or hundreds of thousands of innocent people in our country and across the world. I um, resolve to bring sudden terror and suffering with horrible poisons, and diseases, and gases.Men and women, boys and girls, thousands of civilians will be killed in a single day, murdered at random, and with out remorse.My ultimate ambitions are to control the peoples of the United States, and to blackmail the rest of the world with weapons of mass terror.Weapons of Mass Destruction.
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from Unity [project] (2004)
Yeah, stand up
What do you believe in Yeah, stands up Come on Just a face in the crowd Feeling lost, down and out Can you hear me now Millions more just like you Afraid to do what they wanna do Am i getting through? Lots of losers hanging round Only there to bring you down Get your feet up off the ground Get up, get up, get up If you don't stand for something You will fall for anything If you don't stand for something You will fall for anything Get up Don't you know that you're worth As much as anyone on earth You're a megastar Put your hands in the sky Let your freaky colors fly Get 'em way up high You got style and you got game So get it out don't be ashamed Let everybody know your name Get it on out now what's you name If you don't stand for something You will fall for anything If you don't stand for something You will fall for anything Get up You can stand for peace You can stand for war I stand in the square never stood before I take a stand for my son like Afeni Shakur I take a stand like I'm 4 double six 64 Stand alone in my struggle Can't make me stand down Make 'em crash and burn Mayday, mayday, mayday down Get up, stand up Get your damn hands up If they're not shackled to your feet, get some handcuffs We need solutions not propaganda Let the tape roll Make the whole world stand up Hold your position Don't go backwards X still grinding The west keep shining Don't look too long You might get blinded Follow your heart Your head might just find it I pray for the strength to handle what my city brings Better stand for something or you're bound to fall for anything If you don't stand for something You will fall for anything Get up If you don't stand for something You will fall for anything Everybody's got a voice So it's time to make some noise |
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from Xzibit - Restless (2003)
(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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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
Yeah nigga MC Ren up in
this mother fucker West West y'all Yeah L A niggaz L A niggaz rule the world nigga Y'all niggaz gotta recognize yaknahmsayin Niggaz don't wanna peep game yaknahmsayin But this shit come all the way back around here My nigga Dre droppin heat box on y'all bitchass Yaknahmsayin You gotta recognize L A niggaz connected all over he motherfuckin world nigga Recognize this Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag Backpack full of cans plus a four four mag G'd from the feet up Blued up from the sewer's how I grew up Loc'n smokin and drinkin til we threw up threw up At Leimert Park taggin hittin fools up Ditchin my class just to fuck yo' school up You don't wanna blast nigga tuck yo' tool up But don't sleep y'all niggaz quick to shoot you Now there's another motherfucker with no future But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever dope like Cuba Got em jumpin King T starts speakin indecipherable I'm comin Straight Outta Compton with a loose cannon Smoke big green call it Bruce Banner Watch your manners at last another blast from the top notch From way back with the pop rocks I pop lock witcha Picture this Dr Dre twistin wit Tha Liks and Hittman bought a fix Don't trip it's a Time Bomb in this bitch Here it tick tick tick tick BOOM Wait a minute it's on I tell it like a true mackadelic Weed and cocaine sold seperate check it From sundown to sunup clown done run up The Aftermath'll be two in your gut nigga what We roll deep smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day in L A It don't stop we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way in L A Gimme that mic fool it's a West coast jack move They call me Hitt cause I spit like gats do cock me back Bust caps for my max crew at Fairfax who used to wear Air Max shoes that's true But I grew up where niggaz jack you harass you Blast you for that set you claim where you from Mash on you for your turkish chain CK B K Blued up or flame I ran wit a gang I helped niggaz get jacked for they Dana Dane's My pants hang below my waistline I look humble wanna rumble yeah yeah I bang though like Vince Carter from the baseline don't waste my time Fuck a scrap in killa Cali AK's and 9's One time's sunshines and fine ass bitches Hawaiian thai drive by six fo's on switches I was raised in the hood called WHAT THE DIF' Where the brothers in the hood refused to go Hollywood Slugs for the fuck of it Anybody hatin on us can suck a dick If I catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline dead on the floor Better than yours drivin away gettin head from a whore It's AvireX to the Z Fuckin with me might get you banned from TV cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time Multiply we don't die the streets don't lie What so neither do I I'm bad for your health like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself Five in the mornin burglars at my do Glock forty five in my dresser drawer Let em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll Roll with niggaz who by fifths by the fo and bruise by the case SLAP YOU in the face with the bass Dr Dre laced Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings Haters fold the style but can't find no openings We roll deep smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day in L A It don't stop we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way in L A That's how we ride That's how we ride That's how we ride That's how we ride |
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from Xzibit - 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz (1998)
Verse 1.
its a long day Friday its like movin on this way got Xzibit up tight, right Partner cam through wit two white boys (duuude) talkin noise bout a hot spot where bitches come alone and niggas dont cop block let the top drop and we out hit the liquor store give me O.E. and three blunts no make it four anything else (Vitamin C pills and orange juice) what are you drinking gin (no dude its the shroomz) the shroomz? (what?) yeah thats some other shit one of the reasons why George Clinton sees the mother ship how high it make you get fucked up? throw it up, guts or do it have you stuck wit soft dick and cant fuck hold up Verse 2. now chew 'em up and slam the orange juice vitamin c chase kill the taste you can tell its nasty by the look on my face dont get it twisted like a nigga coked up and druggied down see cannibus and mushrooms be comin from the ground all natural post it at the club looking funny style tight slack pimp feather hat where the bitches at here we giving orders at the bar holding money when all of a sudden all the people started looking funny and started lookin runny and likwitfy right before my very eye this is a different kind of high (ohh shit, you see this shit this motherfuckers melting and shit) Verse 3. niggas and bitches walkin by that i recognize feeling hypnotized pupils dialated changing size thats when i heard the battle cries from across the room set thes crooked niggas straight nickel proof activate for mom i brought wild niggas smashing you came crashing through elbows and right hooks for you we got thrown out by this time my shit is blown out pull the phone out accelleration and we bone out in the zone out beyond Captain Kurk and cling on shit that im on be high powered like a yukon back to my house fucked up trying to see straight how much of that bullshit did I actually take (2 grams duuude) god damn no wonder why I feel like a underneath total white boy fagot we got beef over did it holms niggas playin bones in the living room restless try to find anything to mess with where my keys at pickin up clothes trying to fold this shit see my riot gage on teh wall better unload this shit fucked up niggas and fire arms dont mix right cocked back the chamber dumping shells till it felt lite thought I dumped the all counted 7 but it was 8 straight gone point the barrel at teh flow and let it go (fuck!, shit!...wooow...ah ah ah its cool, I just shot the flow man. Its all good, its all good...ah ah where everbody at, ah shit (haha) fuckin wit dat shit |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
Yeah.Check it out.They say behind every strong man
Is an even stronger woman Cause she, was put here to defeat me Cause she, cuss me out, quick to leave me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need Cause she, blow my phone up, to reach me Cause she, tried to lock, now she leaves me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need Man, with that sucka, she I'm from a place, where they quick to say "Fuck A Bitch" And gettin' grits, off of pussy, try ta get a hitch But I'm a bachelor, stackin' it, drinkin', need to quit Me and my clique, ride through cities like we own da shit You caught my eye, looking fly, body lookin' thick So who am I I reply with my government exchange the numbers Escapades for days, satisfying my hunger Don't trip, you from a long list, a long line Get in line, you so fucking fine, you spendin' time Introduce you as a friend of mine, never my woman I got 20/20 cord vision, seein' you comin' Livin' my life, I don't need a wife But you persist, tryin' ta strengthen our relationship But I'm a dog, and a dog gotta run the streets Without a leash, this ain't workin' so I'm sayin' peace You ain't the one for me! Cause she, was put here to defeat me Cause she, cuss me out, quick to leave me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need Cause she, blow my phone up, to reach me Cause she, tried to lock, now she leaves me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need You found some way to hold on, through all the bullshit Never seen a woman so strong, I used to pull shit Now them days, long been gone, I gotta move in them streets Provide a place for all my peoples to eat I'm feelin stuck, had to hustle up The A-T-F, hit the house, had me shackled up You lost your mind, hate the time, I was in and out You never let a brother down, when you stressin out You stressin' wanted me, to figure out a different route You could've left, but you a rider and stuck it out And it's a trip, because it's like you never missed a beat You waited anxiously, patiently, stayin' strong for me I sat aside, thinking back to the way I was The way I am, and how I gotta be a stronger man I understand that you love me and you want the best but if you wanna take the good, you gotta take the rest I rock a vest, baby! Cause I, run these streets for my struggle Cause I, carry heat for my troubles Cause I, is that what you want, is that what you want, is that what you need? Cause I, want family so I'm buildin Cause I, want you just for my children Cause I, is that what you want, is that what you want, is that what you need? And all this time it was you Baby forgive me for the pain, I was puttin you through It's me and you against the world, so I'm keepin' it true I know I haven't been the best, the wrong things I must do I used to think I was the MAN, wasn't havin a clue I wasn't lookin for no love, but I found it in you It's so true, behind every great man is a women Every time you call me, Baby Girl, I'm a come runnin You got a soldier livin' right, girl you saved my life I sacrifice, anything to keep my family tight I seen the light, and when the world try to beat me down You always given me another reason, I can smile Cause you beleived in me, when there was nothin there to see My wife can be my better half, complete my family tree Ugh, nothin can stop us now, ?Verawane? gown Watchin your father, walk his little lady down the isle Cause you the one for me! Cause she, was put here to complete me Cause she, wooze the earth, underneath me Cause she, got what I want, got what I want, got what I need Cause she, won't let go, she won't leave me Cause she, won't leave, what she don't need me Cause she, got what I want, got what I want, got what I need Dedicated to the real ones out there Ugh, yeah, this is for you |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction [Clean Version] (2004)
Yeah.Check it out.They say behind every strong man
Is an even stronger woman Cause she, was put here to defeat me Cause she, cuss me out, quick to leave me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need Cause she, blow my phone up, to reach me Cause she, tried to lock, now she leaves me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need Man, with that sucka, she I'm from a place, where they quick to say "Fuck A Bitch" And gettin' grits, off of pussy, try ta get a hitch But I'm a bachelor, stackin' it, drinkin', need to quit Me and my clique, ride through cities like we own da shit You caught my eye, looking fly, body lookin' thick So who am I I reply with my government exchange the numbers Escapades for days, satisfying my hunger Don't trip, you from a long list, a long line Get in line, you so fucking fine, you spendin' time Introduce you as a friend of mine, never my woman I got 20/20 cord vision, seein' you comin' Livin' my life, I don't need a wife But you persist, tryin' ta strengthen our relationship But I'm a dog, and a dog gotta run the streets Without a leash, this ain't workin' so I'm sayin' peace You ain't the one for me! Cause she, was put here to defeat me Cause she, cuss me out, quick to leave me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need Cause she, blow my phone up, to reach me Cause she, tried to lock, now she leaves me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need You found some way to hold on, through all the bullshit Never seen a woman so strong, I used to pull shit Now them days, long been gone, I gotta move in them streets Provide a place for all my peoples to eat I'm feelin stuck, had to hustle up The A-T-F, hit the house, had me shackled up You lost your mind, hate the time, I was in and out You never let a brother down, when you stressin out You stressin' wanted me, to figure out a different route You could've left, but you a rider and stuck it out And it's a trip, because it's like you never missed a beat You waited anxiously, patiently, stayin' strong for me I sat aside, thinking back to the way I was The way I am, and how I gotta be a stronger man I understand that you love me and you want the best but if you wanna take the good, you gotta take the rest I rock a vest, baby! Cause I, run these streets for my struggle Cause I, carry heat for my troubles Cause I, is that what you want, is that what you want, is that what you need? Cause I, want family so I'm buildin Cause I, want you just for my children Cause I, is that what you want, is that what you want, is that what you need? And all this time it was you Baby forgive me for the pain, I was puttin you through It's me and you against the world, so I'm keepin' it true I know I haven't been the best, the wrong things I must do I used to think I was the MAN, wasn't havin a clue I wasn't lookin for no love, but I found it in you It's so true, behind every great man is a women Every time you call me, Baby Girl, I'm a come runnin You got a soldier livin' right, girl you saved my life I sacrifice, anything to keep my family tight I seen the light, and when the world try to beat me down You always given me another reason, I can smile Cause you beleived in me, when there was nothin there to see My wife can be my better half, complete my family tree Ugh, nothin can stop us now, ?Verawane? gown Watchin your father, walk his little lady down the isle Cause you the one for me! Cause she, was put here to complete me Cause she, wooze the earth, underneath me Cause she, got what I want, got what I want, got what I need Cause she, won't let go, she won't leave me Cause she, won't leave, what she don't need me Cause she, got what I want, got what I want, got what I need Dedicated to the real ones out there Ugh, yeah, this is for you |
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from Xzibit - Weapons Of Mass Destruction (2004)
Yeah.Check it out.They say behind every strong man
Is an even stronger woman Cause she, was put here to defeat me Cause she, cuss me out, quick to leave me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need Cause she, blow my phone up, to reach me Cause she, tried to lock, now she leaves me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need Man, with that sucka, she I'm from a place, where they quick to say "Fuck A Bitch" And gettin' grits, off of pussy, try ta get a hitch But I'm a bachelor, stackin' it, drinkin', need to quit Me and my clique, ride through cities like we own da shit You caught my eye, looking fly, body lookin' thick So who am I I reply with my government exchange the numbers Escapades for days, satisfying my hunger Don't trip, you from a long list, a long line Get in line, you so fucking fine, you spendin' time Introduce you as a friend of mine, never my woman I got 20/20 cord vision, seein' you comin' Livin' my life, I don't need a wife But you persist, tryin' ta strengthen our relationship But I'm a dog, and a dog gotta run the streets Without a leash, this ain't workin' so I'm sayin' peace You ain't the one for me! Cause she, was put here to defeat me Cause she, cuss me out, quick to leave me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need Cause she, blow my phone up, to reach me Cause she, tried to lock, now she leaves me Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need You found some way to hold on, through all the bullshit Never seen a woman so strong, I used to pull shit Now them days, long been gone, I gotta move in them streets Provide a place for all my peoples to eat I'm feelin stuck, had to hustle up The A-T-F, hit the house, had me shackled up You lost your mind, hate the time, I was in and out You never let a brother down, when you stressin out You stressin' wanted me, to figure out a different route You could've left, but you a rider and stuck it out And it's a trip, because it's like you never missed a beat You waited anxiously, patiently, stayin' strong for me I sat aside, thinking back to the way I was The way I am, and how I gotta be a stronger man I understand that you love me and you want the best but if you wanna take the good, you gotta take the rest I rock a vest, baby! Cause I, run these streets for my struggle Cause I, carry heat for my troubles Cause I, is that what you want, is that what you want, is that what you need? Cause I, want family so I'm buildin Cause I, want you just for my children Cause I, is that what you want, is that what you want, is that what you need? And all this time it was you Baby forgive me for the pain, I was puttin you through It's me and you against the world, so I'm keepin' it true I know I haven't been the best, the wrong things I must do I used to think I was the MAN, wasn't havin a clue I wasn't lookin for no love, but I found it in you It's so true, behind every great man is a women Every time you call me, Baby Girl, I'm a come runnin You got a soldier livin' right, girl you saved my life I sacrifice, anything to keep my family tight I seen the light, and when the world try to beat me down You always given me another reason, I can smile Cause you beleived in me, when there was nothin there to see My wife can be my better half, complete my family tree Ugh, nothin can stop us now, ?Verawane? gown Watchin your father, walk his little lady down the isle Cause you the one for me! Cause she, was put here to complete me Cause she, wooze the earth, underneath me Cause she, got what I want, got what I want, got what I need Cause she, won't let go, she won't leave me Cause she, won't leave, what she don't need me Cause she, got what I want, got what I want, got what I need Dedicated to the real ones out there Ugh, yeah, this is for you |
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from Xzibit - Full Circle (2007)
Bitch ass nigga was talkin' all this shit right?
I'm like damn, you bitch ass nigga I should sock you in your motherfuckin' mouth Talkin' all this shit about my homie So I chirped him (chirp-chirp) Hey 'cause, this nigga talkin' all this shit right? Boom, the homie came up and was like "Nigga say that shit in my motherfuckin' face" Popped him dead in his motherfuckin' mouth nigga Niggaz be talkin' all this shit The only thing I wanna know is, look [Chorus] See when the drama pop off, then pardon me, it ain't my fault My back was up against the wall, thanks to y'all (Niggas talkin' like bitches) You need to say it to my face if you got somethin' to say bout me Cause that's the way it's supposed to be, but you ain't no G (Niggas talkin' like bitches) Wishin' you could be like me Sometime men got some more than women You do too good in Cali the prey start to turn to venom You can't walk in these shoes nigga, you can't fit 'em I'm bout five seconds away from the "let's go get him" So nigga (say it to my face) if you're feelin' like King Kong Mysery love company, I guess I'm a leave y'all Until that day, you wanna tuck them nuts And try to hit my switches and get your frame fucked up You gotta (say it to my face), I'm right here with a 12-gauge You talkin' to a man that plan on dyin' of old age Until that day, I crush everything in my way And give a fuck about what y'all say [Chorus] Too much of anything makes you a addict Wantin' contact with another man makes you a faggot Patience is virtue, don't make me hurt you I came full circle, about-face reversal Salute the general, make yourself presentable Analytical, every move made political (Say it to my face) and wake up in a hospital Huh, gutter never takin' me under Fuckin' nerve of you motherfuckers Thinkin' I was slippin', I was servin' you motherfuckers X went off the deep end, I'm determined you motherfuckers So watch how you speakin' Cause I'm listenin' closely for any pussy approachin' me [Chorus] Nigga, you better come with the Taliban Never been a slave or afraid of another man X move like the brutal force of an avalanche It ain't my fault you smoked off your chance See motherfuckers envy what they cannot be Mr. X to the Z, H.N.I.C. Shh, half assed niggaz gon' shit on me If they sentence me to five I'll be out in three You'll be deep in the dirt for the bugs to eat Tucked in for eternity, time to sleep Til' that day, I'll crush everything in my way And give a fuck about what y'all say See when the drama pop off, then pardon me, it ain't my fault My back was up against the wall, thanks to y'all (Niggas talkin' like bitches) You need to say it to my face if you got somethin' to say bout me Cause that's the way it's supposed to be, but you ain't no G (Niggas talkin' like bitches) Wishin' you could be like me (Niggas talkin' like bitches) All that yackin' don't do shit Dogg Pound homie, the homie Xzibit Kurupt Young Gotti, Bigg Snoop, we here Daz Dillinger, nickels and nines homie Look back, |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
[Intro] Ahhh! We bout to go this motherfuckin club tonight, y'knahmean? Poke some motherfuckin hoes, y'knahmean? Make sure them hoes, y'knahmean? Gon' act accordingly, y'knahmean? Some nigga over there tryin to love one hoe Y'knahmean? You got one hoe! Nigga youse a stone motherfuckin Jackson Nigga youse a stony Jackson, you can't fuck with us So nigga, tuck your tail and hide your hoe nigga [Jelly Roll] We parked our rides, in front of club All these niggaz started givin us love Sayin I'm the shit, Xzibit you the shit Jelly Roll get 'em, can I be for real? It's Strong Arm and Jelly Roll, cool for real Yeah motherfucker, why don't you just chill Cause I'm just coolin at the spot Ain't much wrong plus you're makin it hot I like shinin from all the grindin Girl's best friend, man I'm just like diamonds I like khakis and Air Force Ones Gangsters in the hood with them air force guns We poppin them tags, our pockets fat We fin' to put the world in a shopping bag Nigga X the man, and I'm the man We tryin to make you love it, don't you understand? [Chorus] If you're with Strong Arm, you're really down with us If you get high, then get a blunt and roll it up Your hood's gon' ride, then let me see you throw it up If you ready I'm ready see really we don't give a fuck Get'cha ass up if you're really down with us Girl you ain't cute, get on the floor and move your butt The bar is open everybody's gettin drunk If you're ready I'm ready see really we don't give a fuck [Xzibit] Another night in L.A., the homies all valet We got it lookin the dub show in front of the place Strong Arm + 75, we so deep we arrive and then we swarm like you fucked with the hive Gotta look a nigga right in the eyes, to tell the truth and the lies Even the strong find it hard to survive Another day another dollar we can walk on water Better, drop your tone, you ain't nobody's father Hotter than about a buck shot your carne asada X burn down the town like a path of lava Pathological drama so we got it inside Is it the wine or the women it's so hard to decide Look alive it's crackin; this is organized street hustlin with corporate backin promotin interstate traffic (traffic) Classic, smash out right Cause live from Los Angeles it's Saturday Night [Interlude] Cause I, can get yo' ass on the floor Cause this, is this the funk that you want? The hand, it comes way up in the air And wave 'em all around like you just don't caaaaaaaaare Bitch, come off of those pots Stop, shake that junk in your trunk See you, can move this groovyville shit The shake that makes the whollllle club flip [Chorus] [Xzibit] You might get shot in the face if you don't stay in your place You ain't a soldier like me you a fuckin disgrace X move like a shark in the water, I'm dodgin death and disorder I'll get you hit it won't cost me a quarter I was sent here to strangle and slaughter in no particular order Your big mouth might endanger your daughter Another day another digit I'ma speak it and live it Better get yourself a gun 'fore you fuck with Xzibit Pockets shorter than a midget, you can fuckin forget it X green light the target and easily hit it Grab the zone and split it so we smokin them woods Steady givin niggaz the business and keepin it hood Firearms we packin, this is military mindstate that's ready for action we mercenaries and assassins (blastin) Clashin, smash out right Cause live from Los Angeles it's Saturday Night [Jelly Roll] Let's hit the club and get it on tonight Let's get drunk this is Saturday Night Just got paid, shine my chrome up tight Time to get it crackin, off the Henn' tonight X is here, the gang is here Jelly Roll production bangin crystal clear I've been low, now check my highs Million dollar niggaz right before yo' eyes [Xzibit] In Los Angeles, homey (it's Saturday Night) In Houston, dogg (it's Saturday Night) In Miami, mate (it's Saturday Night) In Atlanta, shorty (it's Saturday Night) In St. Louis, dirty (it's Saturday Night) In New Orleans wodie, yo (it's Saturday Night) In New York City, yo (it's Saturday Night) Around the world baby, yo (it's Saturday Night) [Outro] On some straight motherfuckin pimpin shit, y'knahmean? |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction [Clean Version] (2004)
[Intro] Ahhh! We bout to go this motherfuckin club tonight, y'knahmean? Poke some motherfuckin hoes, y'knahmean? Make sure them hoes, y'knahmean? Gon' act accordingly, y'knahmean? Some nigga over there tryin to love one hoe Y'knahmean? You got one hoe! Nigga youse a stone motherfuckin Jackson Nigga youse a stony Jackson, you can't fuck with us So nigga, tuck your tail and hide your hoe nigga [Jelly Roll] We parked our rides, in front of club All these niggaz started givin us love Sayin I'm the shit, Xzibit you the shit Jelly Roll get 'em, can I be for real? It's Strong Arm and Jelly Roll, cool for real Yeah motherfucker, why don't you just chill Cause I'm just coolin at the spot Ain't much wrong plus you're makin it hot I like shinin from all the grindin Girl's best friend, man I'm just like diamonds I like khakis and Air Force Ones Gangsters in the hood with them air force guns We poppin them tags, our pockets fat We fin' to put the world in a shopping bag Nigga X the man, and I'm the man We tryin to make you love it, don't you understand? [Chorus] If you're with Strong Arm, you're really down with us If you get high, then get a blunt and roll it up Your hood's gon' ride, then let me see you throw it up If you ready I'm ready see really we don't give a fuck Get'cha ass up if you're really down with us Girl you ain't cute, get on the floor and move your butt The bar is open everybody's gettin drunk If you're ready I'm ready see really we don't give a fuck [Xzibit] Another night in L.A., the homies all valet We got it lookin the dub show in front of the place Strong Arm + 75, we so deep we arrive and then we swarm like you fucked with the hive Gotta look a nigga right in the eyes, to tell the truth and the lies Even the strong find it hard to survive Another day another dollar we can walk on water Better, drop your tone, you ain't nobody's father Hotter than about a buck shot your carne asada X burn down the town like a path of lava Pathological drama so we got it inside Is it the wine or the women it's so hard to decide Look alive it's crackin; this is organized street hustlin with corporate backin promotin interstate traffic (traffic) Classic, smash out right Cause live from Los Angeles it's Saturday Night [Interlude] Cause I, can get yo' ass on the floor Cause this, is this the funk that you want? The hand, it comes way up in the air And wave 'em all around like you just don't caaaaaaaaare Bitch, come off of those pots Stop, shake that junk in your trunk See you, can move this groovyville shit The shake that makes the whollllle club flip [Chorus] [Xzibit] You might get shot in the face if you don't stay in your place You ain't a soldier like me you a fuckin disgrace X move like a shark in the water, I'm dodgin death and disorder I'll get you hit it won't cost me a quarter I was sent here to strangle and slaughter in no particular order Your big mouth might endanger your daughter Another day another digit I'ma speak it and live it Better get yourself a gun 'fore you fuck with Xzibit Pockets shorter than a midget, you can fuckin forget it X green light the target and easily hit it Grab the zone and split it so we smokin them woods Steady givin niggaz the business and keepin it hood Firearms we packin, this is military mindstate that's ready for action we mercenaries and assassins (blastin) Clashin, smash out right Cause live from Los Angeles it's Saturday Night [Jelly Roll] Let's hit the club and get it on tonight Let's get drunk this is Saturday Night Just got paid, shine my chrome up tight Time to get it crackin, off the Henn' tonight X is here, the gang is here Jelly Roll production bangin crystal clear I've been low, now check my highs Million dollar niggaz right before yo' eyes [Xzibit] In Los Angeles, homey (it's Saturday Night) In Houston, dogg (it's Saturday Night) In Miami, mate (it's Saturday Night) In Atlanta, shorty (it's Saturday Night) In St. Louis, dirty (it's Saturday Night) In New Orleans wodie, yo (it's Saturday Night) In New York City, yo (it's Saturday Night) Around the world baby, yo (it's Saturday Night) [Outro] On some straight motherfuckin pimpin shit, y'knahmean? |
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from Xzibit - Weapons Of Mass Destruction (2004)
[Intro] Ahhh! We bout to go this motherfuckin club tonight, y'knahmean? Poke some motherfuckin hoes, y'knahmean? Make sure them hoes, y'knahmean? Gon' act accordingly, y'knahmean? Some nigga over there tryin to love one hoe Y'knahmean? You got one hoe! Nigga youse a stone motherfuckin Jackson Nigga youse a stony Jackson, you can't fuck with us So nigga, tuck your tail and hide your hoe nigga [Jelly Roll] We parked our rides, in front of club All these niggaz started givin us love Sayin I'm the shit, Xzibit you the shit Jelly Roll get 'em, can I be for real? It's Strong Arm and Jelly Roll, cool for real Yeah motherfucker, why don't you just chill Cause I'm just coolin at the spot Ain't much wrong plus you're makin it hot I like shinin from all the grindin Girl's best friend, man I'm just like diamonds I like khakis and Air Force Ones Gangsters in the hood with them air force guns We poppin them tags, our pockets fat We fin' to put the world in a shopping bag Nigga X the man, and I'm the man We tryin to make you love it, don't you understand? [Chorus] If you're with Strong Arm, you're really down with us If you get high, then get a blunt and roll it up Your hood's gon' ride, then let me see you throw it up If you ready I'm ready see really we don't give a fuck Get'cha ass up if you're really down with us Girl you ain't cute, get on the floor and move your butt The bar is open everybody's gettin drunk If you're ready I'm ready see really we don't give a fuck [Xzibit] Another night in L.A., the homies all valet We got it lookin the dub show in front of the place Strong Arm + 75, we so deep we arrive and then we swarm like you fucked with the hive Gotta look a nigga right in the eyes, to tell the truth and the lies Even the strong find it hard to survive Another day another dollar we can walk on water Better, drop your tone, you ain't nobody's father Hotter than about a buck shot your carne asada X burn down the town like a path of lava Pathological drama so we got it inside Is it the wine or the women it's so hard to decide Look alive it's crackin; this is organized street hustlin with corporate backin promotin interstate traffic (traffic) Classic, smash out right Cause live from Los Angeles it's Saturday Night [Interlude] Cause I, can get yo' ass on the floor Cause this, is this the funk that you want? The hand, it comes way up in the air And wave 'em all around like you just don't caaaaaaaaare Bitch, come off of those pots Stop, shake that junk in your trunk See you, can move this groovyville shit The shake that makes the whollllle club flip [Chorus] [Xzibit] You might get shot in the face if you don't stay in your place You ain't a soldier like me you a fuckin disgrace X move like a shark in the water, I'm dodgin death and disorder I'll get you hit it won't cost me a quarter I was sent here to strangle and slaughter in no particular order Your big mouth might endanger your daughter Another day another digit I'ma speak it and live it Better get yourself a gun 'fore you fuck with Xzibit Pockets shorter than a midget, you can fuckin forget it X green light the target and easily hit it Grab the zone and split it so we smokin them woods Steady givin niggaz the business and keepin it hood Firearms we packin, this is military mindstate that's ready for action we mercenaries and assassins (blastin) Clashin, smash out right Cause live from Los Angeles it's Saturday Night [Jelly Roll] Let's hit the club and get it on tonight Let's get drunk this is Saturday Night Just got paid, shine my chrome up tight Time to get it crackin, off the Henn' tonight X is here, the gang is here Jelly Roll production bangin crystal clear I've been low, now check my highs Million dollar niggaz right before yo' eyes [Xzibit] In Los Angeles, homey (it's Saturday Night) In Houston, dogg (it's Saturday Night) In Miami, mate (it's Saturday Night) In Atlanta, shorty (it's Saturday Night) In St. Louis, dirty (it's Saturday Night) In New Orleans wodie, yo (it's Saturday Night) In New York City, yo (it's Saturday Night) Around the world baby, yo (it's Saturday Night) [Outro] On some straight motherfuckin pimpin shit, y'knahmean? |
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from Xzibit - Full Circle (2007)
Yeahhh!
<i>[Intro: Jelly Roll]</i> See I was trippin through the city with a big ol' - PISTOL Trickin off these niggaz in the Raaaange - RENTAL I was smokin drinkin end up kind of tipsy Lookin through my rearview they followin me I wonder why the fuck are they followin me I seem them niggaz creepin two cars behind me (hmm) You'll never catch me slippin just me and my - PIECE You must be smokin if you think I'ma call the - POLICE <i>[Xzibit]</i> I'm a beast, still got a crease Still got my Converse thumpin down the concrete YEAHHHHHHH, black and blue Bugati This is Strong Arm robbery, you can't deny me My garage a mirage a collage of chrome I look alive with the nine when I leave my home Been on tour in Japan, been relaxed in Rome This is grown man business, recognize the tone If I don't recognize the number won't answer my phone Rockin every area code still stay in my zone I don't play no fuckin games now bitch I'm grown Now I crack your fuckin neck to the shit I'm on Yeah! <i>[Chorus: Xzibit]</i> Six-four, chromed out, ragtop ROLLIN Get your weight up, cause X can't stop ROLLIN Niggaz thought it was over but X came back ROLLIN I got my own sack to roll so I'm ROLLIN <i>[Xzibit]</i> YEAH, my release, bang through the streets We hang like orangutangs, mangle the beast Niggaz hatin, gravitatin to the lies that they tell My reality takin over where that fiction fail What the hell, might as well show the cards I'm holdin Sweet taste, aeromatic, backwood ROLLIN Got the Range Rover supercharged, complete with the strut kit My chain hang to my dang-a-lang, what the fuck bitch? Boomerang my change, I rearrange some thangs My slang click bang and expose they brains Then I pray, our father who art in heaven Got people jumpin out the buildin like 9/11 Malcolm X to the X landin on them like Plymouth Rock (Yeah!) You get knocked out, get socked in your fuckin mouth Now e'rybody know the business, you want it come get it (c'mon) But if you ROLLIN throw it up, let me know that you with it <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> <i>[Xzibit]</i> YEAH, I repeat, my name over beats I binge on the finer things you cringe in defeat Escalation, elevation to another plateau Sometimes it take a few steps back to mentally grow Here we go, what you know, campaign in motion Straight West coast and West worldwide ROLLIN Got that Aston Martin DV9 equipped with a stash box In case I ever find myself alone in a tight spot Strip down my frame, repave my lane Insane with my ink pen, Citizen Kane Don't complain when the chamber slide back and bang Make it taste like shit when you sayin my name It's the Golden State heavyweight, holdin the belt Cause I'm a one man army I don't need no help This is a - PISTOL, I use to protect myself Careful these hammerhead hollow points is bad for your health My nia <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> <i>[Intro - echoes at the end]</i> |
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from Xzibit - Restless (2003)
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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from Xzibit - Man Vs Machine (2002)
Yeah, ha Ladies and gentlemen (Ha, Yeah) You got money and then bitches Power.. Ya had it, ya lost it Ya leased it, ya flossed it Business fell through now ya comin up off it He bought it, he rolled it He passed it, you smoked it Now ya fucked up off some weed mixed wit coke shit Ya love her, ya hate her Ya fucked her, ya raped her Twenty-five to life cuz ya can't control ya anger Its heavy, its deep Its solid, its weak Things people say about ya records in the streets (Check it) Be careful what ya wish for Ya fuck around and get it I did it got in it Spit it and didnt waste a minute So where my niggas at? What part of the game is that? I paid my dues now nobody tryin to pay me back And if they did i would probably have as much as shaq My life is the movie so listen to the soundtrack This what its all about You better stall me out And feel the aim of the name you niggas callin out [Chorus] If you feelin how im feelin And you ready and willin to come to the table I put it together who doin it better Come bounce with me (Come on) You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!) Take em out! If you movin how im movin And you chosen and proven So lose the illusion The top guns cue the confusion Come bounce with me (Come on!) You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!) Take em out! I'm tired, I'm hungry You're lazy, disgusting You're lay around my house and ya never do nothing I seen it, believed it Planned it, conceived it Missed me with the bullshit bitch I dont need it I cheated, you cheated We cheated, so beat it Eat it like a dick bitch you too conceited I broke it, replaced it I slammed it, I chased it Hands in the air if ya love gettin wasted baby! You never seen us before You betta come and get it You with it im with it I'm busy baby you fuckin with it Is it your place or mind Dont wanna waste your time And you can get it how you want it it'll blow ya mind Its over time Takin pride in the bump and grind A hit from behind to leave you with a broken spine This what its all about You better stall me out Its just the game of the name you bitches callin out [Chorus] Pop it, drink it Float it, sink it Plan to stop me then you better rethink it Drive it, use it Pimp it, abuse it Shit motherfuckers do to hip-hop music I live it, I die it I'm laughin, I'm cryin Pop two of these bitch, lets start flying I hear it, I taste it I touched it, I faced it Breakin down the bullshit back to the basics I had to kick in the door Thats how I had to get it I shitted with lyrics And getting better for fuckin credit Gettin gangsta with it The best that ever did it Hit it and quit it my nigga You shouldnt babysit it We need more emcees and less wannabes Three hundred and sixty degrees of reality Thats what its all about Kill em and haul em out Now feel the aim of the name you haters callin out [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Explicit Version] (2002)
Yeah, ha
Ladies and gentlemen (Ha, Yeah) You got money and then bitches Power.. Ya had it, ya lost it Ya leased it, ya flossed it Business fell through now ya comin up off it He bought it, he rolled it He passed it, you smoked it Now ya fucked up off some weed mixed wit coke shit Ya love her, ya hate her Ya fucked her, ya raped her Twenty-five to life cuz ya can't control ya anger Its heavy, its deep Its solid, its weak Things people say about ya records in the streets (Check it) Be careful what ya wish for Ya fuck around and get it I did it got in it Spit it and didnt waste a minute So where my niggas at? What part of the game is that? I paid my dues now nobody tryin to pay me back And if they did i would probably have as much as shaq My life is the movie so listen to the soundtrack This what its all about You better stall me out And feel the aim of the name you niggas callin out [Chorus] If you feelin how im feelin And you ready and willin to come to the table I put it together who doin it better Come bounce with me (Come on) You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!) Take em out! If you movin how im movin And you chosen and proven So lose the illusion The top guns cue the confusion Come bounce with me (Come on!) You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!) Take em out! I'm tired, I'm hungry You're lazy, disgusting You're lay around my house and ya never do nothing I seen it, believed it Planned it, conceived it Missed me with the bullshit bitch I dont need it I cheated, you cheated We cheated, so beat it Eat it like a dick bitch you too conceited I broke it, replaced it I slammed it, I chased it Hands in the air if ya love gettin wasted baby! You never seen us before You betta come and get it You with it im with it I'm busy baby you fuckin with it Is it your place or mind Dont wanna waste your time And you can get it how you want it it'll blow ya mind Its over time Takin pride in the bump and grind A hit from behind to leave you with a broken spine This what its all about You better stall me out Its just the game of the name you bitches callin out [Chorus] Pop it, drink it Float it, sink it Plan to stop me then you better rethink it Drive it, use it Pimp it, abuse it Shit motherfuckers do to hip-hop music I live it, I die it I'm laughin, I'm cryin Pop two of these bitch, lets start flying I hear it, I taste it I touched it, I faced it Breakin down the bullshit back to the basics I had to kick in the door Thats how I had to get it I shitted with lyrics And getting better for fuckin credit Gettin gangsta with it The best that ever did it Hit it and quit it my nigga You shouldnt babysit it We need more emcees and less wannabes Three hundred and sixty degrees of reality Thats what its all about Kill em and haul em out Now feel the aim of the name you haters callin out [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Clean Version] (2002)
Yeah, ha
Ladies and gentlemen (Ha, Yeah) You got money and then bitches Power.. Ya had it, ya lost it Ya leased it, ya flossed it Business fell through now ya comin up off it He bought it, he rolled it He passed it, you smoked it Now ya fucked up off some weed mixed wit coke shit Ya love her, ya hate her Ya fucked her, ya raped her Twenty-five to life cuz ya can't control ya anger Its heavy, its deep Its solid, its weak Things people say about ya records in the streets (Check it) Be careful what ya wish for Ya fuck around and get it I did it got in it Spit it and didnt waste a minute So where my niggas at? What part of the game is that? I paid my dues now nobody tryin to pay me back And if they did i would probably have as much as shaq My life is the movie so listen to the soundtrack This what its all about You better stall me out And feel the aim of the name you niggas callin out [Chorus] If you feelin how im feelin And you ready and willin to come to the table I put it together who doin it better Come bounce with me (Come on) You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!) Take em out! If you movin how im movin And you chosen and proven So lose the illusion The top guns cue the confusion Come bounce with me (Come on!) You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!) Take em out! I'm tired, I'm hungry You're lazy, disgusting You're lay around my house and ya never do nothing I seen it, believed it Planned it, conceived it Missed me with the bullshit bitch I dont need it I cheated, you cheated We cheated, so beat it Eat it like a dick bitch you too conceited I broke it, replaced it I slammed it, I chased it Hands in the air if ya love gettin wasted baby! You never seen us before You betta come and get it You with it im with it I'm busy baby you fuckin with it Is it your place or mind Dont wanna waste your time And you can get it how you want it it'll blow ya mind Its over time Takin pride in the bump and grind A hit from behind to leave you with a broken spine This what its all about You better stall me out Its just the game of the name you bitches callin out [Chorus] Pop it, drink it Float it, sink it Plan to stop me then you better rethink it Drive it, use it Pimp it, abuse it Shit motherfuckers do to hip-hop music I live it, I die it I'm laughin, I'm cryin Pop two of these bitch, lets start flying I hear it, I taste it I touched it, I faced it Breakin down the bullshit back to the basics I had to kick in the door Thats how I had to get it I shitted with lyrics And getting better for fuckin credit Gettin gangsta with it The best that ever did it Hit it and quit it my nigga You shouldnt babysit it We need more emcees and less wannabes Three hundred and sixty degrees of reality Thats what its all about Kill em and haul em out Now feel the aim of the name you haters callin out [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
[Chorus] We just ride and get high, 'til the sun cracks the sky Keep that heat by my side, that's how gangsters get by Cause it's an eye for an eye, when I bust you that's fly My gun never been shy, that's how gangsters get by It's either ride or die... [Verse 1: Xzibit] ... we just boogy, advance The rubber band stack thick in my pants Real gangsters make plots and plans and touch dirt Only prayin for the day when they can wash they hands Real gangsters leave nothin to chance at first glance If it ain't a sho' thing then you bet' not swing Real gangsters keep that Cutlass clean, keep the monsters mean And when you dump it drop it right at the scene Real gangsters got a gangsta lean You might not talk red, black, or blue but everybody talk green Glance to my left look over my right shoulder Livin life in my rearview, FUCK stayin sober Forget back I sit back and wait for the click-clack Real gangsters want real spit so I spit that Real gangsters don't even say it They just hit the trunk cock it and spray it Light up your Christmas! Yeah! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Xzibit] ... and don't slip up It's way too late when the bodybags zip up Real gangsters pray for they soul when they get up You live by the gun but you'll die by that hit up Watch that rig up, find yo'self in a box in a spot where the cops can't dig up Real gangsters ain't just thugs in bandanas Slugs and big cannons, drugs and big hammers Real gangsters open up ya minds and expand 'em Why was Tupac really spittin at the cameras? Cause real gangsters get no peace, they want us six feet deep or locked down in the belly of the beast Real gangsters make bread, rise like yeast Won't hesitate to put hot chrome to ya teeth So fuck beef! Real gangsters load heat When ya see 'em in the street better call the police, c'mon [Chorus] [Verse 3: Tone] ... syndrome is a fear that inner-city residents have of they own peers People in they own community usin a case where two blacks got smoked by one in '93 And ain't now nigga be the murder case Usin and servin survival shit as a defense plea In Cali big knot (knot) The judicial system out here'll have you level fo' 'til you rot It's because of the system we violence stricken Forced to frequent the zone when the reefer's driftin And it's hella drift cause in Southeast Danglewood Damn near, 30 years of Bloodin and Crippin And we inflicted with a disease mo' trip than an H-I-V Can't nuthin protect you from a hundred, drummer 2-2-3's You can call the police Wear a V-E-S-T but forget about safety [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction [Clean Version] (2004)
[Chorus] We just ride and get high, 'til the sun cracks the sky Keep that heat by my side, that's how gangsters get by Cause it's an eye for an eye, when I bust you that's fly My gun never been shy, that's how gangsters get by It's either ride or die... [Verse 1: Xzibit] ... we just boogy, advance The rubber band stack thick in my pants Real gangsters make plots and plans and touch dirt Only prayin for the day when they can wash they hands Real gangsters leave nothin to chance at first glance If it ain't a sho' thing then you bet' not swing Real gangsters keep that Cutlass clean, keep the monsters mean And when you dump it drop it right at the scene Real gangsters got a gangsta lean You might not talk red, black, or blue but everybody talk green Glance to my left look over my right shoulder Livin life in my rearview, FUCK stayin sober Forget back I sit back and wait for the click-clack Real gangsters want real spit so I spit that Real gangsters don't even say it They just hit the trunk cock it and spray it Light up your Christmas! Yeah! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Xzibit] ... and don't slip up It's way too late when the bodybags zip up Real gangsters pray for they soul when they get up You live by the gun but you'll die by that hit up Watch that rig up, find yo'self in a box in a spot where the cops can't dig up Real gangsters ain't just thugs in bandanas Slugs and big cannons, drugs and big hammers Real gangsters open up ya minds and expand 'em Why was Tupac really spittin at the cameras? Cause real gangsters get no peace, they want us six feet deep or locked down in the belly of the beast Real gangsters make bread, rise like yeast Won't hesitate to put hot chrome to ya teeth So fuck beef! Real gangsters load heat When ya see 'em in the street better call the police, c'mon [Chorus] [Verse 3: Tone] ... syndrome is a fear that inner-city residents have of they own peers People in they own community usin a case where two blacks got smoked by one in '93 And ain't now nigga be the murder case Usin and servin survival shit as a defense plea In Cali big knot (knot) The judicial system out here'll have you level fo' 'til you rot It's because of the system we violence stricken Forced to frequent the zone when the reefer's driftin And it's hella drift cause in Southeast Danglewood Damn near, 30 years of Bloodin and Crippin And we inflicted with a disease mo' trip than an H-I-V Can't nuthin protect you from a hundred, drummer 2-2-3's You can call the police Wear a V-E-S-T but forget about safety [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Weapons Of Mass Destruction (2004)
[Chorus] We just ride and get high, 'til the sun cracks the sky Keep that heat by my side, that's how gangsters get by Cause it's an eye for an eye, when I bust you that's fly My gun never been shy, that's how gangsters get by It's either ride or die... [Verse 1: Xzibit] ... we just boogy, advance The rubber band stack thick in my pants Real gangsters make plots and plans and touch dirt Only prayin for the day when they can wash they hands Real gangsters leave nothin to chance at first glance If it ain't a sho' thing then you bet' not swing Real gangsters keep that Cutlass clean, keep the monsters mean And when you dump it drop it right at the scene Real gangsters got a gangsta lean You might not talk red, black, or blue but everybody talk green Glance to my left look over my right shoulder Livin life in my rearview, FUCK stayin sober Forget back I sit back and wait for the click-clack Real gangsters want real spit so I spit that Real gangsters don't even say it They just hit the trunk cock it and spray it Light up your Christmas! Yeah! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Xzibit] ... and don't slip up It's way too late when the bodybags zip up Real gangsters pray for they soul when they get up You live by the gun but you'll die by that hit up Watch that rig up, find yo'self in a box in a spot where the cops can't dig up Real gangsters ain't just thugs in bandanas Slugs and big cannons, drugs and big hammers Real gangsters open up ya minds and expand 'em Why was Tupac really spittin at the cameras? Cause real gangsters get no peace, they want us six feet deep or locked down in the belly of the beast Real gangsters make bread, rise like yeast Won't hesitate to put hot chrome to ya teeth So fuck beef! Real gangsters load heat When ya see 'em in the street better call the police, c'mon [Chorus] [Verse 3: Tone] ... syndrome is a fear that inner-city residents have of they own peers People in they own community usin a case where two blacks got smoked by one in '93 And ain't now nigga be the murder case Usin and servin survival shit as a defense plea In Cali big knot (knot) The judicial system out here'll have you level fo' 'til you rot It's because of the system we violence stricken Forced to frequent the zone when the reefer's driftin And it's hella drift cause in Southeast Danglewood Damn near, 30 years of Bloodin and Crippin And we inflicted with a disease mo' trip than an H-I-V Can't nuthin protect you from a hundred, drummer 2-2-3's You can call the police Wear a V-E-S-T but forget about safety [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Man Vs Machine (2002)
Yeah, today the big day (Xzibit) Been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones One more day and I'm a free man walkin Leavin from behind these gates, I paid my debt to the state And ever since they took the weights Wasn't much for a nigga to do but start thinkin Wishin I was back home drinkin every weekend Remember like it's yesterday, eight-teen and ? I can't remember the letters I just wrote a lot of them Goin for a ride that I cannot stop Set up shop in Cochran, connect the dots And for those that don't know, thats the Pen-East to Fresno Northeast to Baskersfield, fuck "Let's Make a Deal" Livin around niggaz who kill, right along with the niggaz who will At the drop of a hat, sharpen up anything hard to stab you with that Niggaz givin up the manhood they can't get back It's a sick university, murder the cirriculum Concrete campuses, I miss Los Angeles More than that I'm missin my kids Missin my turf, missin my bitch, what could be worse? Shouldn't have asked that, called the bitch collect (It's Xzibit) Some nigga picked up, wanted to break her neck When kites slide up under your door, you slide them back Cause when you pick em up and read em that's where you're at And if you ain't rollin with that then watch your back Level four right away, gettin hit the same day Playin the price for the games you play Never realize how precious time is til you give it away Can't remember what a t-bone taste like I stayed awake nights listening to the sounds of prison life Motherfuckers cryin, shanks gettin sharpened Tacs gettin taced up, plottin and talkin Sellin everything from weed to blow When it's time for you to go you're the last to know niggaz holdin weight, essays got the power Locked down, one shower every seventy-two hours ? tuna, trigger happy sharpshooters Waitin for the jump off, can't wait to thump off Had to smash a nigga readin my shit Tryin to intercept my outside and write my bitch I seen niggaz sleep for weeks, get too weak And then physically and mentally cannot compete Find new shit to master, make the time move faster Home sweet home, shipped off to Land Caster Kept a low pro, close to home and I'm trippin Time to catch up with all the shit that I been missin Everybody runnin they mouth, pussy to count Cause bitches in Cali love niggaz thats freshed out But some of these niggaz on swipe Gettin out with the virus caught from the nigga he liked Fuck that, when I touch back I got plans If I can't rock the powder, rock the fans Give my naked pictures away, shake some hands Hope I never seen none of you motherfuckers again On all times take the long walk to the front gate Dress out expandin shit, today my release date (Talking) [X] Alright my niggaz, I'm gone, see you in an ounce dog, woo! [G] What's up nigga [X] Yeah, what's up nigga [G] Hey get in the car, my nigga, sup X? Here goes ya motherfuckin chain nigga Lucky I didn't pawn that motherfucker [X] Ha, yeah right Check it out dog, everybody know that you just got out That shit was all on the radio But dig it I got two strippin bitches just flew in from motherfuckin Las Vegas ready to get down and dirty, I got a pound of weed, got on the Hennessy Everybody at the club waitin, what you wanna do? [X] Take me to the motherfuckin studio |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Explicit Version] (2002)
Yeah, today the big day
(Xzibit) Been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones One more day and I'm a free man walkin Leavin from behind these gates, I paid my debt to the state And ever since they took the weights Wasn't much for a nigga to do but start thinkin Wishin I was back home drinkin every weekend Remember like it's yesterday, eight-teen and ? I can't remember the letters I just wrote a lot of them Goin for a ride that I cannot stop Set up shop in Cochran, connect the dots And for those that don't know, thats the Pen-East to Fresno Northeast to Baskersfield, fuck "Let's Make a Deal" Livin around niggaz who kill, right along with the niggaz who will At the drop of a hat, sharpen up anything hard to stab you with that Niggaz givin up the manhood they can't get back It's a sick university, murder the cirriculum Concrete campuses, I miss Los Angeles More than that I'm missin my kids Missin my turf, missin my bitch, what could be worse? Shouldn't have asked that, called the bitch collect (It's Xzibit) Some nigga picked up, wanted to break her neck When kites slide up under your door, you slide them back Cause when you pick em up and read em that's where you're at And if you ain't rollin with that then watch your back Level four right away, gettin hit the same day Playin the price for the games you play Never realize how precious time is til you give it away Can't remember what a t-bone taste like I stayed awake nights listening to the sounds of prison life Motherfuckers cryin, shanks gettin sharpened Tacs gettin taced up, plottin and talkin Sellin everything from weed to blow When it's time for you to go you're the last to know niggaz holdin weight, essays got the power Locked down, one shower every seventy-two hours ? tuna, trigger happy sharpshooters Waitin for the jump off, can't wait to thump off Had to smash a nigga readin my shit Tryin to intercept my outside and write my bitch I seen niggaz sleep for weeks, get too weak And then physically and mentally cannot compete Find new shit to master, make the time move faster Home sweet home, shipped off to Land Caster Kept a low pro, close to home and I'm trippin Time to catch up with all the shit that I been missin Everybody runnin they mouth, pussy to count Cause bitches in Cali love niggaz thats freshed out But some of these niggaz on swipe Gettin out with the virus caught from the nigga he liked Fuck that, when I touch back I got plans If I can't rock the powder, rock the fans Give my naked pictures away, shake some hands Hope I never seen none of you motherfuckers again On all times take the long walk to the front gate Dress out expandin shit, today my release date (Talking) [X] Alright my niggaz, I'm gone, see you in an ounce dog, woo! [G] What's up nigga [X] Yeah, what's up nigga [G] Hey get in the car, my nigga, sup X? Here goes ya motherfuckin chain nigga Lucky I didn't pawn that motherfucker [X] Ha, yeah right Check it out dog, everybody know that you just got out That shit was all on the radio But dig it I got two strippin bitches just flew in from motherfuckin Las Vegas ready to get down and dirty, I got a pound of weed, got on the Hennessy Everybody at the club waitin, what you wanna do? [X] Take me to the motherfuckin studio |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Clean Version] (2002)
Yeah, today the big day
(Xzibit) Been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones One more day and I'm a free man walkin Leavin from behind these gates, I paid my debt to the state And ever since they took the weights Wasn't much for a nigga to do but start thinkin Wishin I was back home drinkin every weekend Remember like it's yesterday, eight-teen and ? I can't remember the letters I just wrote a lot of them Goin for a ride that I cannot stop Set up shop in Cochran, connect the dots And for those that don't know, thats the Pen-East to Fresno Northeast to Baskersfield, fuck "Let's Make a Deal" Livin around niggaz who kill, right along with the niggaz who will At the drop of a hat, sharpen up anything hard to stab you with that Niggaz givin up the manhood they can't get back It's a sick university, murder the cirriculum Concrete campuses, I miss Los Angeles More than that I'm missin my kids Missin my turf, missin my bitch, what could be worse? Shouldn't have asked that, called the bitch collect (It's Xzibit) Some nigga picked up, wanted to break her neck When kites slide up under your door, you slide them back Cause when you pick em up and read em that's where you're at And if you ain't rollin with that then watch your back Level four right away, gettin hit the same day Playin the price for the games you play Never realize how precious time is til you give it away Can't remember what a t-bone taste like I stayed awake nights listening to the sounds of prison life Motherfuckers cryin, shanks gettin sharpened Tacs gettin taced up, plottin and talkin Sellin everything from weed to blow When it's time for you to go you're the last to know niggaz holdin weight, essays got the power Locked down, one shower every seventy-two hours ? tuna, trigger happy sharpshooters Waitin for the jump off, can't wait to thump off Had to smash a nigga readin my shit Tryin to intercept my outside and write my bitch I seen niggaz sleep for weeks, get too weak And then physically and mentally cannot compete Find new shit to master, make the time move faster Home sweet home, shipped off to Land Caster Kept a low pro, close to home and I'm trippin Time to catch up with all the shit that I been missin Everybody runnin they mouth, pussy to count Cause bitches in Cali love niggaz thats freshed out But some of these niggaz on swipe Gettin out with the virus caught from the nigga he liked Fuck that, when I touch back I got plans If I can't rock the powder, rock the fans Give my naked pictures away, shake some hands Hope I never seen none of you motherfuckers again On all times take the long walk to the front gate Dress out expandin shit, today my release date (Talking) [X] Alright my niggaz, I'm gone, see you in an ounce dog, woo! [G] What's up nigga [X] Yeah, what's up nigga [G] Hey get in the car, my nigga, sup X? Here goes ya motherfuckin chain nigga Lucky I didn't pawn that motherfucker [X] Ha, yeah right Check it out dog, everybody know that you just got out That shit was all on the radio But dig it I got two strippin bitches just flew in from motherfuckin Las Vegas ready to get down and dirty, I got a pound of weed, got on the Hennessy Everybody at the club waitin, what you wanna do? [X] Take me to the motherfuckin studio |
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from Xzibit - 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz (1998)
Hook: There's no escape from the ones who harassin' The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin' Now I try to school 'em on the killin' and blastin' But season after season they recycle assassins now Montageone: He's too advanced for his own good He didn't get a second chance to see the glock pointed at his hood Makin' his way through the rain he's caught in the game He felt the pain of a slug to the back of the brain Nothin's changed in a city flask Where niggas lurk in black shirts pants and low hats, forever Until the job is done and no one's left My man Jeff told me with his very last breath To watch moms But they got her with the car bomb Pop tried to save her second blast got his arm Niggas play for keeps like casino Baby's has got fathers just got back from doin' Chino With nothin' to lose loose screws in the attic The only skill a nigga knows is how to strip an automatic And stash the barrel stab a nigga something terrible Death resume 20 kill in incredible time No guilt and shame On the mind stuck a nigga for lookin' didn't know he was blind So I find Mankind is a serious threat To another others kind when there's something to get In a vet gonna fast jet to the spot to see what they got Nobody saw shit cause it's not Cool to brake the rule of the code of the streets Niggas frightened by the visions of the blood on the sheets And it's deep how blood drys as a mother crys Open eyes gettin' landed on by flys There's no disgues for the ones who harassin' The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin' now Hook Xzibit: I came from a family of one girl and three boys Fuck playin' with toys our fun was on the block Watchin' all the cats negotate the neighborhood stock My job was to come runnin' whenever cops was comin' My older brother I figure was the ring leader Whenever these cats move they all bring heaters All black and nickel plated (c'mon) Soon became fasinated bitches cars and kicks And look at how fast they made it My younger brother gave less than a fuck he was content With G.I. Joe and Tonka trucks But I want butts, livin' first class delux 15 years old soldier ready to serve these clucks My older brother was touched It's a game where you don't play gotta have cane Crack house for my birthday The next day my brother shot in cold blood by the police In a rage he lived but he payed the price Caught with keys 25 to life Takin' in by the crew time to standed on my own two (c'mon nigga) But as I marinated thinkin' about the hood I really can't remember my body doin' good For long big decisions somebody got to make 'em Undercover recognize the face now can't shake a Phone tap (what) and now I'm in the belly of the beast Use to sittin' in leather sheets now I'm sittin' awaitin' release Visitors day, my younger brother came down Put the toys down excited about the first round He bust I was crushed to finally see The solution to the problem could of started with me It's on now Hook Check it out! Funny Jokes Back To Search Browse All Lyrics Voting: Rating: 3.2 12 votes Rate this song! Xzibit! Vote for Xzibit! Other songs by Xzibit |
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from Xzibit - Full Circle (2007)
(Chorus - Xzibit)
I'm the police, I'm the police I'm the police, I'm the police (Verse 1 - Xzibit) I love my f**king rob, and I don't want to stop Ever since I was a child, I wanted to be a cop You know protect and serve, a couple traffic stops I make a bust, and take something out the top A thin blue line, we run these streets You bang on them, but never bang on me I cell search, stepping on pillows and sheets I'm the police, treat a nigga just like fresh meat I got a short wick, on some New York shit Take you to the precinct and f**k you with a broomstick I patrol your hood, put you on my hood Leave you in the wrong hood, got it understood PC 647b, that's a prostitute, plus she kind of cute She don't want to jail, well bitch I'll tell you what Get on your muthaf**kin' knees, suck my partner up (Chorus) I'm the police, I'm the police I'm the police, I'm the police (Verse 2 - Xzibit) You know a couple of muthaf**kas was giving us grief Pulled a couple strings, dodge the media beef Ever since them niggaz in black said "F**k the police" I been grinding on the back of my teeth, loading my piece Waiting for some, get back like it or not We investigated the shots, that killed Biggie and Pac Ever wonder why nobody ever figured it out Cause we the ones that got to figure it out I shout freeze at the top of my lungs I'm the cream of the crop You don't stop you get popped by my warning shots And if you try to come back, with a civil suit I sit back and watch my system take a shit on you (Bridge) Order in the court, Order in the court That muthaf**ka shot me, case dismissed Ha Ha Ha Ha, police I'm the police (Verse 3 - Xzibit) You see this f**kin' badge, you see these f**kin' lights I'm in your neighborhood rolling on you every night You faggots run and duck, look at you scared as f**k You see me coming in your mirror niggaz straighten up Turn that hat around, I'm here to take you down Hey partner look at these weapons and this coke I found I'm going to let it slide, show you who you can trust And if you want to keep selling, nigga you sell for us Make you a 1030, I'll get you hands dirty Murder for hire, professional liar I plan to make police chief and then retire I remember when you set your own hood on fire I reinforce the freeways, to bring the tanks So the next time y'all trip, f**k bloods and crips Cause we the biggest gang in L.A. Ramp Part, f**k with us, get blown away (Chorus) I'm the police, I'm the police I'm the police, I'm the police |
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from Xzibit - 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz (1998)
(Method Man)
It's the Meth in the house! Ha, yeah, break it down. (Xzibit) When it's all said in done, we gon' be on top Cause we don't stop, now, lock it down, hit the spot and clown; Niggas relyin on special effects While the khakis and chronic, got the bitches still breakin they neck Move the crowd without breakin a sweat Trend setter, with a Beretta, so keep it on deck Cause you never know when Xzibit gonna roll through the set Don't be scared, just be prepared and quiet as kept At a night club, talkin bout you don't go out And you tryin to got to school and make a certain amount But the last part, I just couldn't figure it out I guess its real hard to talk with a dick in your mouth Lightweight, like confetti, steadily tested by motherfuckers who ain't ready To deal with the legendary Soopafly, x-z, and bullett logo Shot callers, clear the whole block like we po-po Chorus: Method Man Round and round we go, it don't stop Till we all get dough, c'mon, make it hot Baby girl you da pussy pop, pussy pop Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop, pop! Lookin good with your stink-ass Type of ass make a nigga pull it over fast Make it hot, baby girl you da pussy pop, pussy pop Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop pop! (Jayo Felony) Well, you gotta pop the pussy, get rid of the next with a name on your gums It's the ?Bidulo Gang? bitch, we both want some You got titties and ass But I got a dick and some cash You ain't talkin bout shit Then I'ma smash, bitch On three, on me, bitch, you my property Daddy Jayo Felony, ain't nobody stoppin me And I said daddy, bitch thats what you gon' call me I ain't no simp or a wimp I'ma motherfuckin pimp Tear spots in my hoes, make they high-heels fall off You got me crunked the fuck-up, if you think I'm goin soft on ya; I'm hard on my hoes that's how it goes Bitch, get up off your toes, and get my six-four you got my name in ur mouth, so you might as well break bread And only Dulo niggas know, whats the head My name is Bullet Logo and this is my opinion I'm coming from SD, and Dulo is my religion Be-b-b-b- atch! Chorus (Xzibit) I don't wanna save 'em, pay 'em, or buy clothes All I really wanna do is win the game, fuck hoes! In Jamaica, at the Half Moon Villa, with a killa And a cocain dealer, layin low from the law See it all comes down to who's quick to draw first Pay attention, prevention, ridin off in a hurst Mister X to the you know me Thousand-dollar bitches wanna pop the pussy for free The disfunctional member of the Alkoholik family tree Frequently bang bitches, Wu-Tang, Killer Bee Hennessey on the rocks, with Pina Coloda At the Ramada, make you work hard like Donna For the cheese, got you down on your hands and knees After that we kick back and burn up some trees Mad shout, cause Xzibit's not the type to be treatin I'm an Alkoholic and I'm late for my meeting (Come on, Like that!) Chorus |
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from Xzibit - At The Speed Of Life (1996)
Now let me introduce whose first
The nigga that's been down with the set since birth Whatever it was worth I checked in on the norm Since a juvenile callin' Shots in the dorm Moms said you better get right Or shake the spot I chose to break and be a rollin' stone Like pop Stashin' the rocks by the gats With the Gs So I can talk crazy when the narks yell freeze! I don't fight the feelin' Gotta hustle with a passion Comin' cross state to put you down With some action In actuallity I keeps it real in the streets Remininsin' younger days Over gangsa ass beats And I, Hit the weed Til myeye balls bleed While my life is corrupted By lust and greed Serve you anything from cocaine Up to speed I came with the drank So here's five on the weed See kids don't belong Up in grown folks buisness The Likwit niggas rollin' through with a thickness Sickness bear witness Like tequlla without a chaser It burns going down Niggas guarenteed to drown Legendary sound From the west coast underground The mighty King Tee And Mr. X to the Z, see Never underestimate the power Of the X man Dismantle your plans Or just catch you with a back hand Xzbit bring it to you live With the know how Cool in a gang And ain't about to change My lifestyle Catchin' bodies in this uphill battle But Xzibit unravel Have smoke will travel I bust Teflon rhymes Into the crowd, bitch You anin't Steve Rif So stop trying to get Loud You need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision Xzibit still winnin' Unanimous decisions It's going down Once again everybody lay down Run your money and the jewels To the front without a sound The infamous supreme King Tee Glad to meet ya Derranged in the mothafuckin' brain Through ya speaka and hey I walk around the hood lookin' looped Strapped like a mothafuckin' Desert strom troop Niggas be like "King Tila How you get that Benz?" By sending birds to Oklahoma City To my friends I slang my gangsta funk Through the night Sometimes I fight Like I'm the ghost of Eric Wright Compton is where I dwell It's like hell Slangin' the shit that got the smokers In a spell And all my homies live lives Like crooks Rich and infamous Hoes wanna look but get shook Cause we don't trust you hoes You'll have a nigga fucked up With a bullet through his clothes Positively nothings positive Negativity positively how we live Positively nothings positive Negativity positively how we live Ladies and gentlemen Undivided attention Xzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson It's the... Most dangerous things next to grizzles Unsolved mysteries Xzibit hit you penetentary style Quick sharp and straight to the neck I'm heavy on your chest I'm all up in your life Like stress The coast that resides to your left Whre niggas perpitrate And catch a fate worse than death And like Cyanide I'm hard to detect Got more desighns and stragiht lines Than an architect King Tee chapter four Verse seven reads Xzibit shall come and break down humanity Niggas lose ther're sanity Trying to handle me Dysfunctional member of the Alkaholik family |
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from Xzibit - Full Circle (2007)
<i>[Chorus]</i>
In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' They know we be poppin' off <i>[Xzibit]</i> Uh-uh, I know you gettin' high cause you keep on starin' and your eyes don't lie That shit you wearin' and your friends keep darin' There's enough to go around and they don't mind sharin' Get between your thighs, make ya exercise You ain't gotta waste no time with no 'fuck me' eyes I'm like all day long up in ya Take a break, make a drink, roll the 'wood, let the games continue Uh, (you make me so hot) - you better than the rest of them bitches I'll bang your back out in every position I never listen to the shit niggaz say How you're easy to spread, like to pop pills and fuck all day But baby that's alright with me If you thinkin' long-term, bitch that's what it ain't gon' be So just shake what your mamma gave ya And I'ma give you what your dad gave your mom to make ya <i>[Chorus]</i> In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' They know we be poppin' off <i>[DJ Quik]</i> Now riddle me this... Whenever I hit her hard in the middle she piss Do I take that as normal and watch her play with her tits? I'm confused, I feel so used - and I got the dick Now what am I doin' here? She tell me she wants to keep the condom as a souvenir And that's kinda weird to me I guess this ol' fuck session ain't what it appear to be Because the concierge has just brought the bill to me I go 200 miles per hour on a street bike And 9-0 beats per minute on a sweet mic Whenever I get with bitches I lose a little somethin' Sperm by the zones, we keep it hot and goin' Xzibit we got it flowin', don't even approach us, you only get roaches How you gon' smoke with us nigga when you can't even focus Cause we don't break bread with bitches, we take head from bitches Cause niggaz be gettin' dead from bitches for bein' <i>[Chorus]</i> In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' They know we be poppin' off <i>[King Tee]</i> This big black baracuda type nigga Last of the old coupe pack type niggaz Last of the honcho and Flint type niggaz Big Tweet, Big Pete, pimp type figgas It's like a jungle and I'm King Tee the tyrant Demandin' all bitches stay silent - fuck snitchin' I'm the violent - pilot for your child hall riot Where niggaz pull swords like pirates Hoes get i-rit, I mean irate Tee-la let a bitch eat, put some dick on her plate You better get yo' ass some muscle and go hustle Get up on the grind, stop fuckin' with mine For the umpteenth time, I'm a baller by nature Schooled by the best, fuck a hater Never lay low, let 'em know, out of mind, out of sight But for damn sure you'll catch me with the homies tonight We just - <i>[Chorus]</i> In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' They know we be poppin' off |
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from Xzibit - At The Speed Of Life (1996)
Intro:
Arabian Voice: Doctor, Doctor, I need help Doctor Nurse: Sit down and wait your turn Xzibit: Sit your ass down Saafir: You have, scars in your mask like Seal That ain't for real We'll have to fix that, yo nigga sit back Xzibit: Your flow remind me of a nigga that I just don't feel Same style and delivery Might as well have his grill Pass the scaple, the alcohol, plants 25 hundered get you style enhanced It's like... Saafir: This, mask right will lift your grill It'll put height in your mack Don't take to much off If you want a nose like Michael Jackson Xzibit: If you want it done right, nigga come see this maybe even send your bitch We can fix them tits From a C cup to a double D cup Make them big shits, doctor lick em, yeah Saafir: I like to, axe em, jack em for their financial need a facial I'll change the skin tone in the inner racial After I'm done, you might have a little pouch tone Nothin' my scaple can't fix What kind of face you want Singing Voice: I want the kind that make me look like I can rhyme Saafir: It'll cost you Singing Voice: But I can find the skrilla, if I can have that nigga face named Saafir! Saafir: That's inposterous, plus I never cloned a microphone What type of shit you on, I hope you got insurance Before I sit you on my gurney And lead you to an anestetic breather If ya not broke, I'll save your face like dope and make it right Casue being fake ain't tight You need plastic surgury Hook: I hear the same ole rhymes, the same ole style (It seems you need plastic surgury)X5 Xzibit: I'm located, at, the bottom of the black list I like to malpractice, complicate a surgury Intoxicated, smoke cigaretts, drop ass in your gases feel the utencil, knife is dull like a pencil And what? When a nigga place pussy get fucked Without a kiss or a hug, like contaminated blood, Transfused from a junkie With the hair of Jones, I reconstruct the bones Of all hip hop clones Ras Kass: I date fat girls that weight 215 With low self esteem, cause it's easier to get the pussy I'm performing vinyl liposuctions Saafir: Phat MC Ras Kass: Phat production, motherfuckin' facial reconstruction Needles injected 33 RPM of anestic for ? to require cosmetic sex changes from bitch niggas to ra ra niggas the only cure for sick lyrics is to implant a hit gimmick Saafir: This shit is full blown, you better head to the clinic After Captain Save A Hoe, we had the luitenit Operate get straight, we hear to seperate the fake from the classic niggas get blasted if they plastic Hook Ras Kass: I'm like Dougie Howser MD with a desert eagle Criminal Genius operation, seperatin' them siamese twins hangin' beneath them niggas penis Take it to your face like a skin graph rappers, I specialize in talent transplants (word?) You want (phat) fat lips nurse get to college And ten tons of stomach pumps from all the cum you and Richard Gere be swallowin' Now followin' aks Vanna to buy you flowers so you can C (see) I A (aye) E-Swift O (Oh) U (you) know Y (why) We remain uncontested to the contender, we can Million Man March all the way to December January, Feburary 28th Saafir: I, never, wash my hands The only rubber gloves I wear is on my dick But I'll split you quick Like Jackie Chan, the way I switch my wristhand I make ya sick, but I'm a doctor, don't trip Hopefully, in surgury, I won't slip on a tile that file and twist ya lips Like Collin Powell Descriptions I'm overwrite For the ones thats over bitin' on dental records bitin', to God, send your blessings I'll put your mask on, fast like Romidon minks and bitches, I have, ? half blind in the paper, they named me A Large Professor, a Mad Scientist, with a long line of clients BITCH! GET OUT OF MY OFFICE You don't have an appointment or an application For me to attack your face in my practice Never lackin' when I"m insurting these plastic patches Seems like you need plastic surgury Intro: Arabian Voice: Doctor, Doctor, I need help Doctor Nurse: Sit down and wait your turn Xzibit: Sit your ass down Saafir: You have, scars in your mask like Seal That ain't for real We'll have to fix that, yo nigga sit back Xzibit: Your flow remind me of a nigga that I just don't feel Same style and delivery Might as well have his grill Pass the scaple, the alcohol, plants 25 hundered get you style enhanced It's like... Saafir: This, mask right will lift your grill It'll put height in your mack Don't take to much off If you want a nose like Michael Jackson Xzibit: If you want it done right, nigga come see this maybe even send your bitch We can fix them tits From a C cup to a double D cup Make them big shits, doctor lick em, yeah Saafir: I like to, axe em, jack em for their financial need a facial I'll change the skin tone in the inner racial After I'm done, you might have a little pouch tone Nothin' my scaple can't fix What kind of face you want Singing Voice: I want the kind that make me look like I can rhyme Saafir: It'll cost you Singing Voice: But I can find the skrilla, if I can have that nigga face named Saafir! Saafir: That's inposterous, plus I never cloned a microphone What type of shit you on, I hope you got insurance Before I sit you on my gurney And lead you to an anestetic breather If ya not broke, I'll save your face like dope and make it right Casue being fake ain't tight You need plastic surgury Hook: I hear the same ole rhymes, the same ole style (It seems you need plastic surgury)X5 Xzibit: I'm located, at, the bottom of the black list I like to malpractice, complicate a surgury Intoxicated, smoke cigaretts, drop ass in your gases feel the utencil, knife is dull like a pencil And what? When a nigga place pussy get fucked Without a kiss or a hug, like contaminated blood, Transfused from a junkie With the hair of Jones, I reconstruct the bones Of all hip hop clones Ras Kass: I date fat girls that weight 215 With low self esteem, cause it's easier to get the pussy I'm performing vinyl liposuctions Saafir: Phat MC Ras Kass: Phat production, motherfuckin' facial reconstruction Needles injected 33 RPM of anestic for ? to require cosmetic sex changes from bitch niggas to ra ra niggas the only cure for sick lyrics is to implant a hit gimmick Saafir: This shit is full blown, you better head to the clinic After Captain Save A Hoe, we had the luitenit Operate get straight, we hear to seperate the fake from the classic niggas get blasted if they plastic Hook Ras Kass: I'm like Dougie Howser MD with a desert eagle Criminal Genius operation, seperatin' them siamese twins hangin' beneath them niggas penis Take it to your face like a skin graph rappers, I specialize in talent transplants (word?) You want (phat) fat lips nurse get to college And ten tons of stomach pumps from all the cum you and Richard Gere be swallowin' Now followin' aks Vanna to buy you flowers so you can C (see) I A (aye) E-Swift O (Oh) U (you) know Y (why) We remain uncontested to the contender, we can Million Man March all the way to December January, Feburary 28th Saafir: I, never, wash my hands The only rubber gloves I wear is on my dick But I'll split you quick Like Jackie Chan, the way I switch my wristhand I make ya sick, but I'm a doctor, don't trip Hopefully, in surgury, I won't slip on a tile that file and twist ya lips Like Collin Powell Descriptions I'm overwrite For the ones thats over bitin' on dental records bitin', to God, send your blessings I'll put your mask on, fast like Romidon minks and bitches, I have, ? half blind in the paper, they named me A Large Professor, a Mad Scientist, with a long line of clients BITCH! GET OUT OF MY OFFICE You don't have an appointment or an application For me to attack your face in my practice Never lackin' when I"m insurting these plastic patches Seems like you need plastic surgury |
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from Xzibit - Man Vs Machine (2002)
Operator: Check unheard messages: press 1,1. First message: Paul: Humph X its Paul. Uh, listen, the manager of the 'Crazy Horse' just called me and I didn't even know where the fuck you are. Iguess your in Vegas, but apperantly you left the club two nights ago with ten plus girls, and nobodys heard from you, nobodys heard from the girls. So, if you get around to it and you think maby its a good idea, how 'bout you give me a call. Let me know what the fuck is goin on. Thanks. Operator: End of message. |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Explicit Version] (2002)
Operator:
Check unheard messages: press 1,1. First message: Paul: Humph X its Paul. Uh, listen, the manager of the 'Crazy Horse' just called me and I didn't even know where the fuck you are. Iguess your in Vegas, but apperantly you left the club two nights ago with ten plus girls, and nobodys heard from you, nobodys heard from the girls. So, if you get around to it and you think maby its a good idea, how 'bout you give me a call. Let me know what the fuck is goin on. Thanks. Operator: End of message. |
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from Xzibit - At The Speed Of Life (1996)
1996, the Disfunctional member of the Alkohaliks family
It's XZIBIT, Bring it live, one time, like this Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth my while Xzibit stay versitile with Million Dollar lifestyle and I can feel it as a child growin' up the niggaz that were real and the niggaz that were scared as fuck that's why Xzibit only roll with a chosen few You ain't really real, I can tell when I look at you So ease off the trigga talk, you ain't killin shit it's not affecting me or the niggaz that I'm chillin with I don't believe the hype or buy a Woof ticket Nigga you make a gang of noise and never seem like a cricket I guess that's why we never kick it a lot of niggaz are soft and get tossed tryin to fuck with the liquid How many niggaz do you know like this? Also claimin that they're riding but they really turn bitch It don't make sense Either you're a soldier from the start or an actor with a record deal tryin to play the part like dat *It's a shame niggaz in the rap game only for the money and the fame EXTRA LARGE It's a shame niggaz in the rap game only for the money and the fame Paparazzi (2x) I don't need no lights no cameras just action god dammit never no superstar I'm more like a planet so my composure is kept while others start to sweat A merchant from the fog with my fucked up dialogue try to live high on the hog leaves you bankrupt and niggaz you spent it on, would not give a fuck now that's deep, how deep, It's deeper than Atlantis Home of the scandalous Big Bad Los Angeles Dangerous, Vandelous Yo, not to be trusted so how the fuck is you hard not being scared by the boulevard I'm pulling that card and sayin Gin muthafuckar flowin like liquid, soak it in muthafuckar I'm breakin it down, my sounds, so crowds are like deaf from the West puttin whole counties to the test it's all in perspective Breaker one-nine copy this is for the niggaz gettin caught up in the Paparazzi * Repeat Niggaz smoke stress and cross dress but I just play the back others going through schemes and pipe dreams for a contract real tightly rolled, fuck 'em all how I feel I made a cool half mil before I had a record deal there for you look and stare like it's magic too much of anything can make you an addict when devils be startin static, forgot the automatic I set it off straight, I spread hate, then I vacate, but wait who dare to cross this path yo, I do ya like math cut with glass, make a blood bath so on behalf of all niggaz I get drunk with smoke a lot of blunts with I dispose of your punk shit keep it all in perspective Carbon Copies gettin caught up in the Paparazzi * Repeat |
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from Xzibit - Full Circle (2007)
<i>[Daz Dillinger + (T-Pain)]</i>
Yeah, help for the helpless! Big money, big cars.. big weed! <i>[T-Pain adlibs]</i> Y'all know what time it is! But you better stack that money! (Awww shit! Ha ha ha ha...) For baaaiiilll.... <i>[Chorus 2X: T-Pain]</i> I'm on bail, got that weight for sale Strawberries and blueberries all on a nigga's tail I'm on bail, bet not 'nare nigga tell... bet not 'nare nigga tell Yeah! <i>[Daz Dillinger]</i> I'm on a two million dollar bail Caught with the product that them young niggaz sell I'm fresh outta cells, twelve hours later.. my clientele hit my pager The situation gettin thick, Dat Nigga Daz is major! I live the life of a gangster, I rob gangsters Ten years up on the table, I deny that flavor She a fighter to the fullest, if I lose I catch a bullet (bullet) Can't tell a nigga nuttin when he starvin and losin Now I'm back up on the street, completely correctly You disrespect me, it's the same that's it's gon' be Automatics get tragic when you let niggaz have it Then I'm caught back up like before, I gotta stack my cabbage Monday morning, 8:30 right back in court Couple of homeboys, my momma give me full support Raised up filthy but the Lord be with me Like an addict, it's the verdict and the jury, "NOT GUILTY!!!" <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Xzibit]</i> They used to have me on that paperwork 'cause I used make my paper.. work, lifestyle covered with dirt See I was first on my block with .40 caliber glocks Similarities to my uncut, they ready to rock (ready to rock) 'Cause everybody wanna ball, nobody wanna get caught Only the pros and the cons get to stack these knots Motherfuckers want that Benz with the millions by the karats When they fencing all day, they start talkin like a parrot Information they sharing so be cautious where ya walk Never pillow talk behind closed doors in the dark It might creep back and bite you, indict you, convict you to a five by nine for a very long time Fuck droppin dimes, niggaz is droppin whole hundreds So the hood's gettin skinny and the one-times love it If I don't go get it, then the next nigga will So I kill at will with my gauge in them killin fields Yeah! <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[The Game]</i> Yo X, tell my momma to put the house up, wait, the house cost too much Tell her to get a hundred grand out the Porsche truck It's just like a house 'cause I take a bath in it Get ass in it and I gotta stash in it Smoke hash in it, blueberry chocolate tah Smokin chronic make me see shit, like 2Pac alive Bandana knotted in the front like 2Pac alive Walkin out the courthouse spittin on the camera guy I bang (Thug Life), but this ain't Death Row This some gangster shit for my niggaz down on death row Exhibit A - watch how I let the tec go And Exhibit B - burn the rubber on the West coast <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> <i>[Xzibit (laughing)]</i> Y'all know y'all miss that shit |
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from Xzibit - 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz (1998)
Intro: Interviewer: If you saw you walking on a street and a black man were comin' torward you what would you be feeling? Scared man: Just one single black man? (yeah) I really don't fear that You know but if it's a group I'm talking from age thirt even thirteen even younger than thirteen. Yes I will walk across the street. Interviewer: Well let me ask you this... Hook: "I don't want niggas soundin' like me" -Ghostface Killah on 'Shark Niggas (Biters)' "I don't want niggas soundin' like me knowhatI'msayin'?" (x2) Xzibit: Yo we gettiin' restless me and D.O.G.s Never pretendin' rather we sendin' a very clear message Either you with me or against me punk hit 'em up Provide housin' for these shrimp from the shells we dump I'm makin' 'em bounce other niggas fail to bump Til we takin' advantage of inflicting irreversable damage It's the long awaited anticipated Likwit MC Bombin' first cause I feel it's better to give then receive You better believe Xzibit stays savage above the average When niggas try to switch turn bitch for the cabbage But see all that irrelevant it's like tryin' to turn a whore celibate I dance with the devil for the hell of it Burning down your lavish lanndscape on digital tape Cause everything you rhymin' about is actually fake So make room for the legitamate nasty inconsiderate Thinkin' you rankin' top dollar but really counterfeit Hook Montageone: Niggas we null and void I get swole like a keyloid To overload your system with rhymes for millenniums To shut down artists with beats the deep closure Battlin' top rank for bank and exposure So open up your door to me Cause if it's closed I'm a brakin' in with some pantyhose Over the mic So you don't know who I sound like Executing those who record and bite to sound tight It's not permitted by the right The Gustopo surprising these niggas like Benny Blanco Remember me man? You thought I was a fan till I threw you in the back of a van Yo these Drop Squad delegates rhymes are delicate I spit on the mic to get these MC's pussys wet For those with plans to clone me thee original It can't be done I'm digital (digital) Hook Xzibit: Yo who wanna come see the hard rock? The non stop green block yo whole block recieve speed knot You need not Get brave my bullets never graze They hit close to home seperating flesh from bone So better get off on your own bitch Rollin' chrome shit tryin't to own shit I was molded, after the best that the streets had to offer The author of my own destiny So I suggest you stop stressin' me I'll find out when I pull my nine out and blow your mind out Play a deadly game with no fouls and no time outs Inhale large amounts of dojah forever ready like a soldier I'm lock mode and shoot from the shoulder And burn down your lavish landscape digital tape Cause everything you rhyme about is actually fake So make room for the legitamate nasty inconsiderate Thinkin' you rankin' top dollar but really counterfeit Hook "I don't want niggas soundin' like me. On no album" |
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from Xzibit - Man Vs Machine (2002)
This ain't beef man I don't know what the fuck to call it But no beef Whattup X? I float like big spirit in this bitch I'm ghostly Rush me, cause you ain't gonna live to roast me I'd have my motherfuckin ass kicked by Moby if I let some bitch in the Can like 'Bis cop over me to do war, and try to bring my crew back down I'll never stoop, to that level, to do that now I got a new cat, this time I'm pullin two gats out With bullets, I finally got somethin to shoot at now [Xzibit] Let's see who got they city on lock Let's see who got the better aim with the glock Let's see who come out on top Let's see who REALLY want they name in the streets Let's see who wanna die the same time as me and make ends meet Now was I, blessed with a gift, or cursed with a curse? I follow, hearse after hearse, with verse after verse And I'll be damned if I let Billy dance Dupri Or anybody swing an axe at my family tree, so now [Chorus: Nate Dogg] I love it when you niggaz be talkin, sayin my name Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain Two-zero-zero-three, and shit, it ain't the same Better have a strap my nigga, simple and plain Put your nuts on the table, my nigga let's play the game Heard you so long, you be up to get the pain I don't wanna hear what you meant, do not explain Right before you lay in your coffin, hoe say my name [Xzibit] Why do you hate me? (Hate me) I came from nothin Blood sweat and tears, you did not create me How can you doubt me? (Doubt me) You don't know shit about me There'd be no West coast without me Cut with the bullshit (Bullshit) I struggle for survival And now you tryin to act like my rival? Watch what you say partner, it's a small earth Don't play games with your life nigga, it's not worth all the pain (all the pain) all the agony (all the agony) All the horror (all the horrow) all the tragedy (all the tragedy) Put your hands up people, it's time to fight now I beat holes in your chest, remain hostile Threaten my life? (C'mon!) One day you'll understand They say that pride is the sign of a foolish man So who the FUCK?! (Who the FUCK?!) you think you talkin to Live and direct in the flesh, I'm right in FRONT OF YOU! [Chorus] [Eminem] I never really smashed on Jermaine's ass, Dre smashed him Nobody ganged up 'til he came back and jacked him I never really brought it to his ass, I tapped him I coulda been like Treach, boom-bapped and slapped him purple, for mimickin him with two rappin Urkels I coulda snapped, took it past rap and hurt you But I didn't, I kept it on wax and served you I "Square Dance" cause I'm sick of rappin circles around these clowns, stready tryin to call me out It's like I'm listenin to motherfuckin dogs meow You'd probably do better tryin to come and stomp me out You don't want it with rap, this is what I'm all about - c'mon (I) No gangsta you ain't either (Will) But I know that I spit "Ether" (Not) I shoulda crossed your belly (Lose) Show you I'm not R. Kelly X, pass me the weed, I'ma put my ashes out on his ass For the last time man.. {*scratched* - "Watch your fuckin mouth"} [Chorus] [Eminem] For the last time man, I'm through |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Explicit Version] (2002)
This ain't beef man I don't know what the fuck to call it But no beef Whattup X? I float like big spirit in this bitch I'm ghostly Rush me, cause you ain't gonna live to roast me I'd have my motherfuckin ass kicked by Moby if I let some bitch in the Can like 'Bis cop over me to do war, and try to bring my crew back down I'll never stoop, to that level, to do that now I got a new cat, this time I'm pullin two gats out With bullets, I finally got somethin to shoot at now [Xzibit] Let's see who got they city on lock Let's see who got the better aim with the glock Let's see who come out on top Let's see who REALLY want they name in the streets Let's see who wanna die the same time as me and make ends meet Now was I, blessed with a gift, or cursed with a curse? I follow, hearse after hearse, with verse after verse And I'll be damned if I let Billy dance Dupri Or anybody swing an axe at my family tree, so now [Chorus: Nate Dogg] I love it when you niggaz be talkin, sayin my name Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain Two-zero-zero-three, and shit, it ain't the same Better have a strap my nigga, simple and plain Put your nuts on the table, my nigga let's play the game Heard you so long, you be up to get the pain I don't wanna hear what you meant, do not explain Right before you lay in your coffin, hoe say my name [Xzibit] Why do you hate me? (Hate me) I came from nothin Blood sweat and tears, you did not create me How can you doubt me? (Doubt me) You don't know shit about me There'd be no West coast without me Cut with the bullshit (Bullshit) I struggle for survival And now you tryin to act like my rival? Watch what you say partner, it's a small earth Don't play games with your life nigga, it's not worth all the pain (all the pain) all the agony (all the agony) All the horror (all the horrow) all the tragedy (all the tragedy) Put your hands up people, it's time to fight now I beat holes in your chest, remain hostile Threaten my life? (C'mon!) One day you'll understand They say that pride is the sign of a foolish man So who the FUCK?! (Who the FUCK?!) you think you talkin to Live and direct in the flesh, I'm right in FRONT OF YOU! [Chorus] [Eminem] I never really smashed on Jermaine's ass, Dre smashed him Nobody ganged up 'til he came back and jacked him I never really brought it to his ass, I tapped him I coulda been like Treach, boom-bapped and slapped him purple, for mimickin him with two rappin Urkels I coulda snapped, took it past rap and hurt you But I didn't, I kept it on wax and served you I "Square Dance" cause I'm sick of rappin circles around these clowns, stready tryin to call me out It's like I'm listenin to motherfuckin dogs meow You'd probably do better tryin to come and stomp me out You don't want it with rap, this is what I'm all about - c'mon (I) No gangsta you ain't either (Will) But I know that I spit "Ether" (Not) I shoulda crossed your belly (Lose) Show you I'm not R. Kelly X, pass me the weed, I'ma put my ashes out on his ass For the last time man.. {*scratched* - "Watch your fuckin mouth"} [Chorus] [Eminem] For the last time man, I'm through |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Clean Version] (2002)
[Eminem]
This ain't beef man I don't know what the fuck to call it But no beef Whattup X? I float like B.I.G.'s spirit in this bitch I'm ghostly Rush me, cause you ain't gonna live to roast me I'd have my motherfuckin ass kicked by Moby if I let some bitch in the Can like 'Bis cop over me to do war, and try to bring my crew back down I'll never stoop, to that level, to do that now I got a new cat, this time I'm pullin two gats out With bullets, I finally got somethin to shoot at now [Xzibit] Let's see who got they city on lock Let's see who got the better aim with the glock Let's see who come out on top Let's see who REALLY want they name in the streets Let's see who wanna die the same time as me and make ends meet Now was I, blessed with a gift, or cursed with a curse? I follow, hearse after hearse, with verse after verse And I'll be damned if I let Billy dance Dupri Or anybody swing an axe at my family tree, so now [Chorus: Nate Dogg] I love it when you niggaz be talkin, sayin my name Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain Two-zero-zero-three, and shit, it ain't the same Better have a strap my nigga, simple and plain Put your nuts on the table, my nigga let's play the game Hurt you so long, you'll be a-ddicted to pain I don't wanna hear what you meant, do not explain Right before you lay in your coffin, hoe say my name [Xzibit] Why do you hate me? (Hate me) I came from nothin Blood sweat and tears, you did not create me How can you doubt me? (Doubt me) You don't know shit about me There'd be no West coast without me Cut with the bullshit (Bullshit) I struggle for survival And now you tryin to act like my rival? Watch what you say partner, it's a small earth Don't play games with your life nigga, it's not worth all the pain (all the pain) all the agony (all the agony) All the horror (all the horrow) all the tragedy (all the tragedy) Put your hands up people, it's time to fight now I beat holes in your chest, remain hostile Threaten my life? (C'mon!) One day you'll understand They say that pride is the sign of a foolish man So who the FUCK?! (Who the FUCK?!) you think you talkin to Live and direct in the flesh, I'm right in FRONT OF YOU! [Chorus] [Eminem] I never really smashed on Jermaine's ass, Dre smashed him Nobody ganged up 'til he came back and jacked him I never really brought it to his ass, I tapped him I coulda been like Treach, boom-bapped and slapped him purple, for mimickin him with two rappin Urkels I coulda snapped, took it past rap and hurt you But I didn't, I kept it on wax and served you I 'Square Dance' cause I'm sick of rappin circles around these clowns, stready tryin to call me out It's like I'm listenin to motherfuckin dogs meow You'd probably do better tryin to come and stomp me out You don't want it with rap, this is what I'm all about - c'mon (I) No gangsta you ain't either (Will) But I know that I spit 'Ether' (Not) I shit across your belly (Lose) Show you I'm not R. Kelly X, pass me the weed, I'ma put my ashes out on his ass For the last time man.. {*scratched* - 'Watch your fuckin mouth'} [Chorus] [Eminem] For the last time man, I'm through |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Clean Version] (2002)
Ok, alright, alright. You got me up? Is the Mic On?
Yeah. I pledge allegiance to the un-united streets of Los Angeles Check this shit out, yeah yeah...Come on, Ha! You thought I was about to start right there right? Y'all motherfuckers turn this shit up, it's X to the motherfucking Z Yeah...Ha, welcome to my planet.. [Verse 1] Some things money just can't buy From what I seen now that's a God damn lie Been involved in some other shit, ran from the government Landed the mother ship, thanks for the ride My niggaz still bang like the wrath of Cain Fast lane, smack ya bodyguard and take ya chain And it's all in another day's work for me I spit the truth, the truth gone set y'all free SO- What's my anti-drug? Drugs! Anti-drugs is when I can't get none, for fun I drop flows, punk the punk rappers Load clips for nines and clap with gun clappers Listen, too many motherfucking cooks in ya kitchen Missin' the most important part of life 'cause you bitchin' Bitchin' so much you should tuck ya nuts And dick between ya thighs and color your eyes And wax your legs and buy some bras and thongs And go crazy in the nightclub for sisqo's songs You a hook motherfucker with the Jordache look Bring lead with ya heat so the beef can cook [Chorus: Xzibit] Who's sticking to the script like pistol grip? Xzibit, tradition of X-cellence Hit 'em up, this westside G.S.B Openbar all night drinks for free Victory 'cause we make history niggaz actually have the audacity We the shit from the get and we set to win Straight hard on a bitch y'all sensitive (singing) My life, my world, X to the Z The streets done took so much from me Fuck what you heard this is realityyyyy I close my eyes and pray just to see Another day I live to breathe My life, my world, this is realityyyyy (Yeah, Welcome to my planet) [Verse 2] I done had sleep for dinner, natural born sinner Watched fiends suck crack through car antennas Now that we winning motherfuckers aim to get us The game is vicious constant hostile conditions For the times I dropped Jewels and nobody would listen (nope) A new position, got a couple of pots to piss in Got the aim of Oswald nigga I ain't missin' If everybody eating' who the fuck gone clean the kitchen I got vision, and a real deep suspicion About a lot of rappers reps and they street conditions Everybody got bricks of yay, claim they do crimes that pay And tell you that it paved the way (BULLSHIT!) Well only a few niggaz really came up this way With gunplay day-to-day quick to blow you away Trying to sound like snoop, trying to ball like Dre I just think you mutherfuckers ain't got shit to say [Chorus: Xzibit] Who's sticking to the script like pistol grip? Xzibit, tradition of X-cellence Hit 'em up, this westside G.S.B Openbar all night drinks for free Victory 'cause we make history niggaz actually have the audasity We the shit from the get and we set to win Straight hard on a bitch y'all sensative (singing) My life, my world, X to the Z The streets done took so much from me Fuck what you heard this is realityyyyy I close my eyes and pray just to see Another day I live to breathe My life, my world, this is realityyyyy (Yeah, Welcome to my planet) |
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from Xzibit - Muthaf*cker [Expicit Version] [single] (2004)
[Chorus] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did (Hey!) MOTHAFUCKA! [Xzibit] Hey Baby, Sexy Lady (Hey!) You Make Them Pants Look Crazy (Woo!) I Know You Schemin Have You Leavin' Screamin' "Fuck You, Pay Me!" LA Got Tons Of Dameies, Thats Quick To Have That Baby And That Try To Squeeze You For Every Penny That You Thought Of Makin' These Streets Is Fuckin' Viscious Can't Make The Wrong Decisions They Have You Shot Up And Shot Up, Caught Up Behind Some Bitches Handle Your Business Homie Cause Ain't No Homies In Business So Many People In This Business Be So Fuckin' Phony I See Right Through Them Traps These Niggaz Run Their Yaps But When It Really Cracked Them Pussy Niggaz Runnin Laps I Clap Em In They Tracks My Paper Come In Stacks And Stacks Of Rubberbands Thicker Than A Paperback Just Let The Henny Flow Go Where You Wanna Go My Party Heavyset, Ready Set Baby Here We Go Its Not A Fuckin Game, You Know my Fuckin Name I'm Number One, With A Motherfuckin Bullet MAN! [Chorus] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did MOTHAFUCKA! [Xzibit] My Soldiers Go With Missiles Gauges, Grenades, And Pistols Picture On The Front Of The Paper Dyin' To Press The Issue My Soldiers Gettin' At You Full Clip Is Spitting At You You Duck and Stuck In Position Just Like A Fuckin' Statue Nigga Im Quarterbackin We Got It Fully Crackin' And Poppin' And Showin No Signs Of Stopin With Options Fuck The Industry Derive Energy From Hennesy Literally, I Smoke Like A Chimney Y'all Know We Got Them Hummers Tight We Got Them Lovers Right They Want to Catch ya Get Naked Begin To Spend The Night Here You Go Some Good Advice Come Through Steppin Light Believe Me, Extremely Easy To Lose Your Life Get Em Up And Keep Em Up (X!) They Trying To Get Me Touched If You Gonna Swing It Nigga Bring It I Don't Give A Fuck! (Yea!) Better Make This Party Jump (Yea!) Better Make This Club Bounce (Yea!) So Take Your Shoes Before You Step Your Ass In My House [Chorus] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did MOTHAFUCKA! [Xzibit] Bitch We Keep It Crackin Right We Bring It Back To Life Biohazard Motherfuckas That Spreadin' Like A Parasite We Aint The Fuckin Type You Get The Target Site Lee Boyd Malvo, Can't Stop Me Now No! Get Your Fuckin' Paper Up We Outta Snatch It Up Full Metal Jacket Stay Clap Clapped In The Back Em Up Dont Even Think About it You Get Your Shit Rerouted Straw For Your Food Have You Pissin' Through A Plastic Tube I Know You Fuckin' Hate It We Stay Inebriated Break out The Hennsy Bottle Baby Your Regulated Its Not A Fuckin Game, You Know my Fuckin Name I'm Number One, With A Motherfuckin Bullet MAN! [Chorus x2] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did MOTHAFUCKA! |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
[Chorus] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did (Hey!) MOTHAFUCKA! [Xzibit] Hey Baby, Sexy Lady (Hey!) You Make Them Pants Look Crazy (Woo!) I Know You Schemin Have You Leavin' Screamin' "Fuck You, Pay Me!" LA Got Tons Of Dameies, Thats Quick To Have That Baby And That Try To Squeeze You For Every Penny That You Thought Of Makin' These Streets Is Fuckin' Viscious Can't Make The Wrong Decisions They Have You Shot Up And Shot Up, Caught Up Behind Some Bitches Handle Your Business Homie Cause Ain't No Homies In Business So Many People In This Business Be So Fuckin' Phony I See Right Through Them Traps These Niggaz Run Their Yaps But When It Really Cracked Them Pussy Niggaz Runnin Laps I Clap Em In They Tracks My Paper Come In Stacks And Stacks Of Rubberbands Thicker Than A Paperback Just Let The Henny Flow Go Where You Wanna Go My Party Heavyset, Ready Set Baby Here We Go Its Not A Fuckin Game, You Know my Fuckin Name I'm Number One, With A Motherfuckin Bullet MAN! [Chorus] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did MOTHAFUCKA! [Xzibit] My Soldiers Go With Missiles Gauges, Grenades, And Pistols Picture On The Front Of The Paper Dyin' To Press The Issue My Soldiers Gettin' At You Full Clip Is Spitting At You You Duck and Stuck In Position Just Like A Fuckin' Statue Nigga Im Quarterbackin We Got It Fully Crackin' And Poppin' And Showin No Signs Of Stopin With Options Fuck The Industry Derive Energy From Hennesy Literally, I Smoke Like A Chimney Y'all Know We Got Them Hummers Tight We Got Them Lovers Right They Want to Catch ya Get Naked Begin To Spend The Night Here You Go Some Good Advice Come Through Steppin Light Believe Me, Extremely Easy To Lose Your Life Get Em Up And Keep Em Up (X!) They Trying To Get Me Touched If You Gonna Swing It Nigga Bring It I Don't Give A Fuck! (Yea!) Better Make This Party Jump (Yea!) Better Make This Club Bounce (Yea!) So Take Your Shoes Before You Step Your Ass In My House [Chorus] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did MOTHAFUCKA! [Xzibit] Bitch We Keep It Crackin Right We Bring It Back To Life Biohazard Motherfuckas That Spreadin' Like A Parasite We Aint The Fuckin Type You Get The Target Site Lee Boyd Malvo, Can't Stop Me Now No! Get Your Fuckin' Paper Up We Outta Snatch It Up Full Metal Jacket Stay Clap Clapped In The Back Em Up Dont Even Think About it You Get Your Shit Rerouted Straw For Your Food Have You Pissin' Through A Plastic Tube I Know You Fuckin' Hate It We Stay Inebriated Break out The Hennsy Bottle Baby Your Regulated Its Not A Fuckin Game, You Know my Fuckin Name I'm Number One, With A Motherfuckin Bullet MAN! [Chorus x2] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did MOTHAFUCKA! |
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from Xzibit - Weapons Of Mass Destruction (2004)
[Chorus] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did (Hey!) MOTHAFUCKA! [Xzibit] Hey Baby, Sexy Lady (Hey!) You Make Them Pants Look Crazy (Woo!) I Know You Schemin Have You Leavin' Screamin' "Fuck You, Pay Me!" LA Got Tons Of Dameies, Thats Quick To Have That Baby And That Try To Squeeze You For Every Penny That You Thought Of Makin' These Streets Is Fuckin' Viscious Can't Make The Wrong Decisions They Have You Shot Up And Shot Up, Caught Up Behind Some Bitches Handle Your Business Homie Cause Ain't No Homies In Business So Many People In This Business Be So Fuckin' Phony I See Right Through Them Traps These Niggaz Run Their Yaps But When It Really Cracked Them Pussy Niggaz Runnin Laps I Clap Em In They Tracks My Paper Come In Stacks And Stacks Of Rubberbands Thicker Than A Paperback Just Let The Henny Flow Go Where You Wanna Go My Party Heavyset, Ready Set Baby Here We Go Its Not A Fuckin Game, You Know my Fuckin Name I'm Number One, With A Motherfuckin Bullet MAN! [Chorus] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did MOTHAFUCKA! [Xzibit] My Soldiers Go With Missiles Gauges, Grenades, And Pistols Picture On The Front Of The Paper Dyin' To Press The Issue My Soldiers Gettin' At You Full Clip Is Spitting At You You Duck and Stuck In Position Just Like A Fuckin' Statue Nigga Im Quarterbackin We Got It Fully Crackin' And Poppin' And Showin No Signs Of Stopin With Options Fuck The Industry Derive Energy From Hennesy Literally, I Smoke Like A Chimney Y'all Know We Got Them Hummers Tight We Got Them Lovers Right They Want to Catch ya Get Naked Begin To Spend The Night Here You Go Some Good Advice Come Through Steppin Light Believe Me, Extremely Easy To Lose Your Life Get Em Up And Keep Em Up (X!) They Trying To Get Me Touched If You Gonna Swing It Nigga Bring It I Don't Give A Fuck! (Yea!) Better Make This Party Jump (Yea!) Better Make This Club Bounce (Yea!) So Take Your Shoes Before You Step Your Ass In My House [Chorus] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did MOTHAFUCKA! [Xzibit] Bitch We Keep It Crackin Right We Bring It Back To Life Biohazard Motherfuckas That Spreadin' Like A Parasite We Aint The Fuckin Type You Get The Target Site Lee Boyd Malvo, Can't Stop Me Now No! Get Your Fuckin' Paper Up We Outta Snatch It Up Full Metal Jacket Stay Clap Clapped In The Back Em Up Dont Even Think About it You Get Your Shit Rerouted Straw For Your Food Have You Pissin' Through A Plastic Tube I Know You Fuckin' Hate It We Stay Inebriated Break out The Hennsy Bottle Baby Your Regulated Its Not A Fuckin Game, You Know my Fuckin Name I'm Number One, With A Motherfuckin Bullet MAN! [Chorus x2] You Know It Could Happen It Don't Happen Till It Happen When It Happen You Gonna Wish It Never Did MOTHAFUCKA! |
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from Xzibit - Multiply [single] (2002)
[Xzibit]
I've beeeeen this way and I can't stop (ah) Hands on the ball and I won't drop (no) Half-assed rhymes that you can't watch (no) It ain't cause I want to it's cause I got-ta Get it Crip while the gettin is good before the game is 10% skill and 90% Hollywood I don't need that, I don't believe that E'rybody gon' get hurt, if I do dirt I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game Nah!! I'ma evolve continue to change It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on and keep it on, we keepin it movin, to each his own So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it I'm just bein real about it; X get hot nigga forget about it Speech don't failllll me now Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down [Chorus: Nate Dogg] (We) back on line (We) came to ride (We) deal (We) stack (We) multiply (We) stay on the grind (Until) we die And back for mo', cause we can't get enough [Xzibit] Above the rest, accept no less Go ahead, check the game, be my guest Somethin brand new and heavy to get off my chest Win time after time 'til there ain't none left Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt everybody and anybody who come to my party like they ready to get roudy and touch somebody Who's that nigga y'all came to see? "X!" Often imitated, but cannot be, "X!" What's next, collect respect like paychecks Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex What do you believe in? I believe in seizin the moment, livin and dyin to spit with a vengeance Here for redemption - been around forever Y'all cats were just too blind to listen [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] It ain't my fault.. we keep droppin hits And you can't spit like this, so I'm takin yo' bitch It ain't shit changed.. we gon' bang like this And I'm drinkin this fifth, we still don't take no shit [Xzibit] I got a "Sixth Sense," that tells me you ain't worth six cents I'm sick with my sixth sense Whattup Doc? I'm gettin down to business Crooked ass the cops to the Rampart district Loose yourself in the music, move it or lose it Abuse it, let's booze it, please don't confuse it with the next man, it's the X Man rollin Stand firm, solid as the ground I'm holdin Make mine +Golden+, permanent +State+ issue Stacked with the wealth that you can't take witchu Long range missile, if we got issues I'ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon' miss you I'ma keep swingin 'til the medics come get you We busy, stay off my line, you can't get through Peep the design from the mastermind Yo Dre, bring that shit back one more time! [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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from Xzibit - Multiply [single] (2002)
[Xzibit]
I've beeeeen this way and I can't stop (ah) Hands on the ball and I won't drop (no) Half-assed rhymes that you can't watch (no) It ain't cause I want to it's cause I got-ta Get it Crip while the gettin is good before the game is 10% skill and 90% Hollywood I don't need that, I don't believe that E'rybody gon' get hurt, if I do dirt I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game Nah!! I'ma evolve continue to change It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on and keep it on, we keepin it movin, to each his own So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it I'm just bein real about it; X get hot nigga forget about it Speech don't failllll me now Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down [Chorus: Nate Dogg] (We) back on line (We) came to ride (We) deal (We) stack (We) multiply (We) stay on the grind (Until) we die And back for mo', cause we can't get enough [Xzibit] Above the rest, accept no less Go ahead, check the game, be my guest Somethin brand new and heavy to get off my chest Win time after time 'til there ain't none left Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt everybody and anybody who come to my party like they ready to get roudy and touch somebody Who's that nigga y'all came to see? "X!" Often imitated, but cannot be, "X!" What's next, collect respect like paychecks Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex What do you believe in? I believe in seizin the moment, livin and dyin to spit with a vengeance Here for redemption - been around forever Y'all cats were just too blind to listen [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] It ain't my fault.. we keep droppin hits And you can't spit like this, so I'm takin yo' bitch It ain't shit changed.. we gon' bang like this And I'm drinkin this fifth, we still don't take no shit [Xzibit] I got a "Sixth Sense," that tells me you ain't worth six cents I'm sick with my sixth sense Whattup Doc? I'm gettin down to business Crooked ass the cops to the Rampart district Loose yourself in the music, move it or lose it Abuse it, let's booze it, please don't confuse it with the next man, it's the X Man rollin Stand firm, solid as the ground I'm holdin Make mine +Golden+, permanent +State+ issue Stacked with the wealth that you can't take witchu Long range missile, if we got issues I'ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon' miss you I'ma keep swingin 'til the medics come get you We busy, stay off my line, you can't get through Peep the design from the mastermind Yo Dre, bring that shit back one more time! [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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from Xzibit - Man Vs Machine (2002)
[Xzibit] I've beeeeen this way and I can't stop (ah) Hands on the ball and I won't drop (no) Half-assed rhymes that you can't watch (no) It ain't cause I want to it's cause I got-ta Get it Crip while the gettin is good before the game is 10% skill and 90% Hollywood I don't need that, I don't believe that E'rybody gon' get hurt, if I do dirt I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game Nah!! I'ma evolve continue to change It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on and keep it on, we keepin it movin, to each his own So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it I'm just bein real about it; X get hot nigga forget about it Speech don't failllll me now Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down [Chorus: Nate Dogg] (We) back on line (We) came to ride (We) deal (We) stack (We) multiply (We) stay on the grind (Until) we die And back for mo', cause we can't get enough [Xzibit] Above the rest, accept no less Go ahead, check the game, be my guest Somethin brand new and heavy to get off my chest Win time after time 'til there ain't none left Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt everybody and anybody who come to my party like they ready to get roudy and touch somebody Who's that nigga y'all came to see? "X!" Often imitated, but cannot be, "X!" What's next, collect respect like paychecks Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex What do you believe in? I believe in seizin the moment, livin and dyin to spit with a vengeance Here for redemption - been around forever Y'all cats were just too blind to listen [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] It ain't my fault.. we keep droppin hits And you can't spit like this, so I'm takin yo' bitch It ain't shit changed.. we gon' bang like this And I'm drinkin this fifth, we still don't take no shit [Xzibit] I got a "Sixth Sense," that tells me you ain't worth six cents I'm sick with my sixth sense Whattup Doc? I'm gettin down to business Crooked ass the cops to the Rampart district Loose yourself in the music, move it or lose it Abuse it, let's booze it, please don't confuse it with the next man, it's the X Man rollin Stand firm, solid as the ground I'm holdin Make mine +Golden+, permanent +State+ issue Stacked with the wealth that you can't take witchu Long range missile, if we got issues I'ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon' miss you I'ma keep swingin 'til the medics come get you We busy, stay off my line, you can't get through Peep the design from the mastermind Yo Dre, bring that shit back one more time! [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Explicit Version] (2002)
[Xzibit]
I've beeeeen this way and I can't stop (ah) Hands on the ball and I won't drop (no) Half-assed rhymes that you can't watch (no) It ain't cause I want to it's cause I got-ta Get it Crip while the gettin is good before the game is 10% skill and 90% Hollywood I don't need that, I don't believe that E'rybody gon' get hurt, if I do dirt I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game Nah!! I'ma evolve continue to change It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on and keep it on, we keepin it movin, to each his own So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it I'm just bein real about it; X get hot nigga forget about it Speech don't failllll me now Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down [Chorus: Nate Dogg] (We) back on line (We) came to ride (We) deal (We) stack (We) multiply (We) stay on the grind (Until) we die And back for mo', cause we can't get enough [Xzibit] Above the rest, accept no less Go ahead, check the game, be my guest Somethin brand new and heavy to get off my chest Win time after time 'til there ain't none left Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt everybody and anybody who come to my party like they ready to get roudy and touch somebody Who's that nigga y'all came to see? "X!" Often imitated, but cannot be, "X!" What's next, collect respect like paychecks Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex What do you believe in? I believe in seizin the moment, livin and dyin to spit with a vengeance Here for redemption - been around forever Y'all cats were just too blind to listen [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] It ain't my fault.. we keep droppin hits And you can't spit like this, so I'm takin yo' bitch It ain't shit changed.. we gon' bang like this And I'm drinkin this fifth, we still don't take no shit [Xzibit] I got a "Sixth Sense," that tells me you ain't worth six cents I'm sick with my sixth sense Whattup Doc? I'm gettin down to business Crooked ass the cops to the Rampart district Loose yourself in the music, move it or lose it Abuse it, let's booze it, please don't confuse it with the next man, it's the X Man rollin Stand firm, solid as the ground I'm holdin Make mine +Golden+, permanent +State+ issue Stacked with the wealth that you can't take witchu Long range missile, if we got issues I'ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon' miss you I'ma keep swingin 'til the medics come get you We busy, stay off my line, you can't get through Peep the design from the mastermind Yo Dre, bring that shit back one more time! [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Clean Version] (2002)
[Xzibit]
I've beeeeen this way and I can't stop (ah) Hands on the ball and I won't drop (no) Half-assed rhymes that you can't watch (no) It ain't cause I want to it's cause I got-ta Get it Crip while the gettin is good before the game is 10% skill and 90% Hollywood I don't need that, I don't believe that E'rybody gon' get hurt, if I do dirt I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game Nah!! I'ma evolve continue to change It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on and keep it on, we keepin it movin, to each his own So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it I'm just bein real about it; X get hot nigga forget about it Speech don't failllll me now Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down [Chorus: Nate Dogg] (We) back on line (We) came to ride (We) deal (We) stack (We) multiply (We) stay on the grind (Until) we die And back for mo', cause we can't get enough [Xzibit] Above the rest, accept no less Go ahead, check the game, be my guest Somethin brand new and heavy to get off my chest Win time after time 'til there ain't none left Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt everybody and anybody who come to my party like they ready to get roudy and touch somebody Who's that nigga y'all came to see? "X!" Often imitated, but cannot be, "X!" What's next, collect respect like paychecks Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex What do you believe in? I believe in seizin the moment, livin and dyin to spit with a vengeance Here for redemption - been around forever Y'all cats were just too blind to listen [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] It ain't my fault.. we keep droppin hits And you can't spit like this, so I'm takin yo' bitch It ain't shit changed.. we gon' bang like this And I'm drinkin this fifth, we still don't take no shit [Xzibit] I got a "Sixth Sense," that tells me you ain't worth six cents I'm sick with my sixth sense Whattup Doc? I'm gettin down to business Crooked ass the cops to the Rampart district Loose yourself in the music, move it or lose it Abuse it, let's booze it, please don't confuse it with the next man, it's the X Man rollin Stand firm, solid as the ground I'm holdin Make mine +Golden+, permanent +State+ issue Stacked with the wealth that you can't take witchu Long range missile, if we got issues I'ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon' miss you I'ma keep swingin 'til the medics come get you We busy, stay off my line, you can't get through Peep the design from the mastermind Yo Dre, bring that shit back one more time! [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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from Xzibit - Multiply [single] (2002)
[Xzibit]
I've beeeeen this way and I can't stop (ah) Hands on the ball and I won't drop (no) Half-assed rhymes that you can't watch (no) It ain't cause I want to it's cause I got-ta Get it Crip while the gettin is good before the game is 10% skill and 90% Hollywood I don't need that, I don't believe that E'rybody gon' get hurt, if I do dirt I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game Nah!! I'ma evolve continue to change It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on and keep it on, we keepin it movin, to each his own So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it I'm just bein real about it; X get hot nigga forget about it Speech don't failllll me now Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down [Chorus: Nate Dogg] (We) back on line (We) came to ride (We) deal (We) stack (We) multiply (We) stay on the grind (Until) we die And back for mo', cause we can't get enough [Xzibit] Above the rest, accept no less Go ahead, check the game, be my guest Somethin brand new and heavy to get off my chest Win time after time 'til there ain't none left Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt everybody and anybody who come to my party like they ready to get roudy and touch somebody Who's that nigga y'all came to see? "X!" Often imitated, but cannot be, "X!" What's next, collect respect like paychecks Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex What do you believe in? I believe in seizin the moment, livin and dyin to spit with a vengeance Here for redemption - been around forever Y'all cats were just too blind to listen [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] It ain't my fault.. we keep droppin hits And you can't spit like this, so I'm takin yo' bitch It ain't shit changed.. we gon' bang like this And I'm drinkin this fifth, we still don't take no shit [Xzibit] I got a "Sixth Sense," that tells me you ain't worth six cents I'm sick with my sixth sense Whattup Doc? I'm gettin down to business Crooked ass the cops to the Rampart district Loose yourself in the music, move it or lose it Abuse it, let's booze it, please don't confuse it with the next man, it's the X Man rollin Stand firm, solid as the ground I'm holdin Make mine +Golden+, permanent +State+ issue Stacked with the wealth that you can't take witchu Long range missile, if we got issues I'ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon' miss you I'ma keep swingin 'til the medics come get you We busy, stay off my line, you can't get through Peep the design from the mastermind Yo Dre, bring that shit back one more time! [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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from Xzibit - Full Circle (2007)
(Chorus)
In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes f**kin' They know we be poppin' off (Xzibit) Uh-uh, I know you gettin' high cause you keep on starin' and your eyes don't lie That shit you wearin' and your friends keep darin' There's enough to go around and they don't mind sharin' Get between your thighs, make ya exercise You ain't gotta waste no time with no 'f**k me' eyes I'm like all day long up in ya Take a break, make a drink, roll the 'wood, let the games continue Uh, (you make me so hot) - you better than the rest of them bitches I'll bang your back out in every position I never listen to the shit niggaz say How you're easy to spread, like to pop pills and f**k all day But baby that's alright with me If you thinkin' long-term, bitch that's what it ain't gon' be So just shake what your mamma gave ya And I'ma give you what your dad gave your mom to make ya (Chorus) In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes f**kin' They know we be poppin' off (DJ Quik) Now riddle me this... Whenever I hit her hard in the middle she piss Do I take that as normal and watch her play with her tits? I'm confused, I feel so used - and I got the dick Now what am I doin' here? She tell me she wants to keep the condom as a souvenir And that's kinda weird to me I guess this ol' f**k session ain't what it appear to be Because the concierge has just brought the bill to me I go 200 miles per hour on a street bike And 9-0 beats per minute on a sweet mic Whenever I get with bitches I lose a little somethin' Sperm by the zones, we keep it hot and goin' Xzibit we got it flowin', don't even approach us, you only get roaches How you gon' smoke with us nigga when you can't even focus Cause we don't break bread with bitches, we take head from bitches Cause niggaz be gettin' dead from bitches for bein' (Chorus) In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes f**kin' They know we be poppin' off (King Tee) This big black baracuda type nigga Last of the old coupe pack type niggaz Last of the honcho and Flint type niggaz Big Tweet, Big Pete, pimp type figgas It's like a jungle and I'm King Tee the tyrant Demandin' all bitches stay silent - f**k snitchin' I'm the violent - pilot for your child hall riot Where niggaz pull swords like pirates Hoes get i-rit, I mean irate Tee-la let a bitch eat, put some dick on her plate You better get yo' ass some muscle and go hustle Get up on the grind, stop f**kin' with mine For the umpteenth time, I'm a baller by nature Schooled by the best, f**k a hater Never lay low, let 'em know, out of mind, out of sight But for damn sure you'll catch me with the homies tonight We just - (Chorus) In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes f**kin' They know we be poppin' off |
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from Xzibit - Man Vs Machine (2002)
[Intro] This for you (uh) there ain't one day that go by where I don't think about you (yeah) This for my mother, Rest In Peace (uh) To you and yours (yeah) Ride with me (uh) Come on [Verse 1] I know you watching me, guiding me I know from up there it's like you watching 'Menace to Society' Listen you was thirty-two I was only nine But I've learned so much with so little time Now I'm surrounded by the best of my kind We put it all together, couldn't waist your pearls on Swine ma You taught me better You can't protect me or expect me to not struggle n fight Cause see death is a part of life What I wouldn't give for 1 more day wit you One last embrace n face to face wit you Explain everything that made me what I am a grown man From the ground up with my own hands Will I forget you? Neva Down right angry sometimes that we ain't here together You can feel your roots and see how strong we are Who would've thought we could get this far, damn I miss you [Chorus: Andre Wilson] Even though I know it's been tough I can't stress enough no matter what - mama I love you You've always been there by my side You've taught the wrong from the right - mama I love you [Verse 2] Yesterday was you fifty-ninth birthday Time flew missing you in the worst way I still feel the same pain since the first day You left through death on God's request I can't complain through the year's mama I've been stressed Through them bullets and the bad times I've been blessed For the times that I fail but I tried my best Able to do for my loved one's, real success Your the source of my strength I was blessed with your gifts Your insights, your wisdom, your penmanship Fun n games, I'm doing thangs, I know you wouldn't agree with What I drink, what I smoke, who I be with You made sure I got some love when there wasn't none Opened up my heart showed the world where I'm coming from Your little grandson is just like your little boy Mama what you built here no man can ever destroy, your bundle of joy I've been through so much I lose touch and sometimes I feel that life sucks My women try to get close I push here away She wanna talk I just sit there with nothing to say Feel me its all the pain I contain on the inside You in the right place but left me at the wrong time Use to cook, clean, and sing me to sleep Now I only go to bed with my heat, damn I miss you [Chorus] [Verse 3] The school of hard knocks where I learned life's lessons With not enough answers and too many questions When you had me you gave birth to a soldier Now I'm much older now the world much colder Our lives in the hands of politicians that don't care We ponds in the game biological warfare The family's so spread out n disconnected Trying to hold things together put my soul on records It's hard; you know your daughter had a baby too A beautiful baby girl just another little piece of you Another branch we can add to the family tree Responsibility bringing out the man in me You ain't a man if your not taking care of home Raise and protect my own, until they full-grown No matter how much these streets try to change me I'm never 'gon forget how you raised me I Love You, Forever. [Chorus] [Ad Libs] Yeah, all the mothers, all the daughters, yeah, come on Sun, Moon, Earth, yeah, this for you, uh, Damn, Damn I Miss You |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Explicit Version] (2002)
[Intro]
This for you (uh) there ain't one day that go by where I don't think about you (yeah) This for my mother, Rest In Peace (uh) To you and yours (yeah) Ride with me (uh) Come on [Verse 1] I know you watching me, guiding me I know from up there it's like you watching 'Menace to Society' Listen you was thirty-two I was only nine But I've learned so much with so little time Now I'm surrounded by the best of my kind We put it all together, couldn't waist your pearls on Swine ma You taught me better You can't protect me or expect me to not struggle n fight Cause see death is a part of life What I wouldn't give for 1 more day wit you One last embrace n face to face wit you Explain everything that made me what I am a grown man From the ground up with my own hands Will I forget you? Neva Down right angry sometimes that we ain't here together You can feel your roots and see how strong we are Who would've thought we could get this far, damn I miss you [Chorus: Andre Wilson] Even though I know it's been tough I can't stress enough no matter what - mama I love you You've always been there by my side You've taught the wrong from the right - mama I love you [Verse 2] Yesterday was you fifty-ninth birthday Time flew missing you in the worst way I still feel the same pain since the first day You left through death on God's request I can't complain through the year's mama I've been stressed Through them bullets and the bad times I've been blessed For the times that I fail but I tried my best Able to do for my loved one's, real success Your the source of my strength I was blessed with your gifts Your insights, your wisdom, your penmanship Fun n games, I'm doing thangs, I know you wouldn't agree with What I drink, what I smoke, who I be with You made sure I got some love when there wasn't none Opened up my heart showed the world where I'm coming from Your little grandson is just like your little boy Mama what you built here no man can ever destroy, your bundle of joy I've been through so much I lose touch and sometimes I feel that life sucks My women try to get close I push here away She wanna talk I just sit there with nothing to say Feel me its all the pain I contain on the inside You in the right place but left me at the wrong time Use to cook, clean, and sing me to sleep Now I only go to bed with my heat, damn I miss you [Chorus] [Verse 3] The school of hard knocks where I learned life's lessons With not enough answers and too many questions When you had me you gave birth to a soldier Now I'm much older now the world much colder Our lives in the hands of politicians that don't care We ponds in the game biological warfare The family's so spread out n disconnected Trying to hold things together put my soul on records It's hard; you know your daughter had a baby too A beautiful baby girl just another little piece of you Another branch we can add to the family tree Responsibility bringing out the man in me You ain't a man if your not taking care of home Raise and protect my own, until they full-grown No matter how much these streets try to change me I'm never 'gon forget how you raised me I Love You, Forever. [Chorus] [Ad Libs] Yeah, all the mothers, all the daughters, yeah, come on Sun, Moon, Earth, yeah, this for you, uh, Damn, Damn I Miss You |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Clean Version] (2002)
[Intro]
This for you (uh) there ain't one day that go by where I don't think about you (yeah) This for my mother, Rest In Peace (uh) To you and yours (yeah) Ride with me (uh) Come on [Verse 1] I know you watching me, guiding me I know from up there it's like you watching 'Menace to Society' Listen you was thirty-two I was only nine But I've learned so much with so little time Now I'm surrounded by the best of my kind We put it all together, couldn't waist your pearls on Swine ma You taught me better You can't protect me or expect me to not struggle n fight Cause see death is a part of life What I wouldn't give for 1 more day wit you One last embrace n face to face wit you Explain everything that made me what I am a grown man From the ground up with my own hands Will I forget you? Neva Down right angry sometimes that we ain't here together You can feel your roots and see how strong we are Who would've thought we could get this far, damn I miss you [Chorus: Andre Wilson] Even though I know it's been tough I can't stress enough no matter what - mama I love you You've always been there by my side You've taught the wrong from the right - mama I love you [Verse 2] Yesterday was you fifty-ninth birthday Time flew missing you in the worst way I still feel the same pain since the first day You left through death on God's request I can't complain through the year's mama I've been stressed Through them bullets and the bad times I've been blessed For the times that I fail but I tried my best Able to do for my loved one's, real success Your the source of my strength I was blessed with your gifts Your insights, your wisdom, your penmanship Fun n games, I'm doing thangs, I know you wouldn't agree with What I drink, what I smoke, who I be with You made sure I got some love when there wasn't none Opened up my heart showed the world where I'm coming from Your little grandson is just like your little boy Mama what you built here no man can ever destroy, your bundle of joy I've been through so much I lose touch and sometimes I feel that life sucks My women try to get close I push here away She wanna talk I just sit there with nothing to say Feel me its all the pain I contain on the inside You in the right place but left me at the wrong time Use to cook, clean, and sing me to sleep Now I only go to bed with my heat, damn I miss you [Chorus] [Verse 3] The school of hard knocks where I learned life's lessons With not enough answers and too many questions When you had me you gave birth to a soldier Now I'm much older now the world much colder Our lives in the hands of politicians that don't care We ponds in the game biological warfare The family's so spread out n disconnected Trying to hold things together put my soul on records It's hard; you know your daughter had a baby too A beautiful baby girl just another little piece of you Another branch we can add to the family tree Responsibility bringing out the man in me You ain't a man if your not taking care of home Raise and protect my own, until they full-grown No matter how much these streets try to change me I'm never 'gon forget how you raised me I Love You, Forever. [Chorus] [Ad Libs] Yeah, all the mothers, all the daughters, yeah, come on Sun, Moon, Earth, yeah, this for you, uh, Damn, Damn I Miss You |
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from Xzibit - Restless (2003)
'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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from Xzibit - Man Vs Machine (2002)
[Xzibit (Snoop)] Out of a crowd, picking em out (and what?) Digging em out to kicking em out (and what?) Surviving the game is what it's about (and what?) I'm running this bitch, you running your mouth (then what?) If I keep dropping heat this hard (what?) The fucking devil gonna be out of a jar (and what?) Rakim conversation with God (what?) I'm so hard with a quad in the prison yard Magic Johnson need to run for mayor Lil Kim sold me some pussy, but I aint pay her You can, hate me now or hate me later I'm a instigator, (what?) a instigator It's the, MVPs and SUVs We don't, take no shit, take yo shit Leave a, hole in ya face size on Grand Canyon Head between ya knees, prepare for crash landing Hand 'em out is not my style You done, fucked up now but dont look down We too, high up fo yo bricks to get to See the skid marks from the shit I've been through How that sound?, smack me around Like the national death, nah it's not goin down Speak ya mind but watch yo mouth You big sis but no dollars, so that dont count (nigga!) [Hook 1 - Xzibit (Dr Dre)] Who wanna get involved with us? Break down bitches, ball with us Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us No matter how you bust, you aint hard as us It's not, what you say, but how you spit it It's not, what you got, but how you get it Come on, Golden State done finally did it (What made y'all think y'all could fuck wit Xzibit?) [Hook 2 - Snoop Dogg x2] Lights, camera, action, show-time We bust shit back in no time Yo kind cant fuck with my kind You must be losin' yo mind [Xzibit] Lift off a mark, inhale exhaust Can never come off soft, I cover the cost Get lost in the sauce and the city niggas believe me Pimping aint easy, fat meat be greasy Hoes cant walk right, pigs never fly straight What that West like, we rise like the birth rate First taste of the future, we all hands on Amputating Satan's last legs to stand on Head strong re-match, dollar for dollar, bullet for bullet Niggas dont want it, then dont pull it Dont shoot it, mind polluted, deeply rooted Cock back, ready to rock, time to do it [Hook 1 - Xzibit (Dr Dre)] Who wanna get involved with us? Break down bitches, ball with us Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us No matter how you bust, you aint hard as us It's not, what you say, but how you spit it It's not, what you got, but how you get it Come on, Golden State done finally did it (What made y'all think y'all could fuck with Xzibit?) [Xzibit (Snoop)] Back for more, watch me score (with what?) With any whore that wanna explore (with what?) The ups the downs, the ins the outs (then what?) Kicking that ass, dick in your mouth (so what?) Piss on ya chest, and put it on tape (now what?) Have all these bitches calling it rape (and what?) Slicker than that, so pump your brakes (and what?) Indite it, fight it, settle the case (w-w-w-w-what?) [Hook 1 - Xzibit (Dr Dre)] Who wanna get involved with us? Break down bitches,ball with us Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us No matter how you bust, you aint hard as us It's not, what you say, but how you spit it It's not, what you got, but how you get it Come on, Golden State done finally did it (What made y'all think y'all could fuck with Xzibit?) [Hook 2 - Snoop Dogg x2] Lights camera action, show-time We bust shit back in no time Yo kind cant fuck with my kind You must be losin' yo mind |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Explicit Version] (2002)
[Xzibit (Snoop)]
Out of a crowd, picking em out (and what?) Digging em out to kicking em out (and what?) Surviving the game is what it's about (and what?) I'm running this bitch, you running your mouth (then what?) If I keep dropping heat this hard (what?) The fucking devil gonna be out of a jar (and what?) Rakim conversation with God (what?) I'm so hard with a quad in the prison yard Magic Johnson need to run for mayor Lil Kim sold me some pussy, but I aint pay her You can, hate me now or hate me later I'm a instigator, (what?) a instigator It's the, MVPs and SUVs We don't, take no shit, take yo shit Leave a, hole in ya face size on Grand Canyon Head between ya knees, prepare for crash landing Hand 'em out is not my style You done, fucked up now but dont look down We too, high up fo yo bricks to get to See the skid marks from the shit I've been through How that sound?, smack me around Like the national death, nah it's not goin down Speak ya mind but watch yo mouth You big sis but no dollars, so that dont count (nigga!) [Hook 1 - Xzibit (Dr Dre)] Who wanna get involved with us? Break down bitches, ball with us Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us No matter how you bust, you aint hard as us It's not, what you say, but how you spit it It's not, what you got, but how you get it Come on, Golden State done finally did it (What made y'all think y'all could fuck wit Xzibit?) [Hook 2 - Snoop Dogg x2] Lights, camera, action, show-time We bust shit back in no time Yo kind cant fuck with my kind You must be losin' yo mind [Xzibit] Lift off a mark, inhale exhaust Can never come off soft, I cover the cost Get lost in the sauce and the city niggas believe me Pimping aint easy, fat meat be greasy Hoes cant walk right, pigs never fly straight What that West like, we rise like the birth rate First taste of the future, we all hands on Amputating Satan's last legs to stand on Head strong re-match, dollar for dollar, bullet for bullet Niggas dont want it, then dont pull it Dont shoot it, mind polluted, deeply rooted Cock back, ready to rock, time to do it [Hook 1 - Xzibit (Dr Dre)] Who wanna get involved with us? Break down bitches, ball with us Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us No matter how you bust, you aint hard as us It's not, what you say, but how you spit it It's not, what you got, but how you get it Come on, Golden State done finally did it (What made y'all think y'all could fuck with Xzibit?) [Xzibit (Snoop)] Back for more, watch me score (with what?) With any whore that wanna explore (with what?) The ups the downs, the ins the outs (then what?) Kicking that ass, dick in your mouth (so what?) Piss on ya chest, and put it on tape (now what?) Have all these bitches calling it rape (and what?) Slicker than that, so pump your brakes (and what?) Indite it, fight it, settle the case (w-w-w-w-what?) [Hook 1 - Xzibit (Dr Dre)] Who wanna get involved with us? Break down bitches,ball with us Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us No matter how you bust, you aint hard as us It's not, what you say, but how you spit it It's not, what you got, but how you get it Come on, Golden State done finally did it (What made y'all think y'all could fuck with Xzibit?) [Hook 2 - Snoop Dogg x2] Lights camera action, show-time We bust shit back in no time Yo kind cant fuck with my kind You must be losin' yo mind |
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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Clean Version] (2002)
[Xzibit (Snoop)]
Out of a crowd, picking em out (and what?) Digging em out to kicking em out (and what?) Surviving the game is what it's about (and what?) I'm running this bitch, you running your mouth (then what?) If I keep dropping heat this hard (what?) The fucking devil gonna be out of a jar (and what?) Rakim conversation with God (what?) I'm so hard with a quad in the prison yard Magic Johnson need to run for mayor Lil Kim sold me some pussy, but I aint pay her You can, hate me now or hate me later I'm a instigator, (what?) a instigator It's the, MVPs and SUVs We don't, take no shit, take yo shit Leave a, hole in ya face size on Grand Canyon Head between ya knees, prepare for crash landing Hand 'em out is not my style You done, fucked up now but dont look down We too, high up fo yo bricks to get to See the skid marks from the shit I've been through How that sound?, smack me around Like the national death, nah it's not goin down Speak ya mind but watch yo mouth You big sis but no dollars, so that dont count (nigga!) [Hook 1 - Xzibit (Dr Dre)] Who wanna get involved with us? Break down bitches, ball with us Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us No matter how you bust, you aint hard as us It's not, what you say, but how you spit it It's not, what you got, but how you get it Come on, Golden State done finally did it (What made y'all think y'all could fuck wit Xzibit?) [Hook 2 - Snoop Dogg x2] Lights, camera, action, show-time We bust shit back in no time Yo kind cant fuck with my kind You must be losin' yo mind [Xzibit] Lift off a mark, inhale exhaust Can never come off soft, I cover the cost Get lost in the sauce and the city niggas believe me Pimping aint easy, fat meat be greasy Hoes cant walk right, pigs never fly straight What that West like, we rise like the birth rate First taste of the future, we all hands on Amputating Satan's last legs to stand on Head strong re-match, dollar for dollar, bullet for bullet Niggas dont want it, then dont pull it Dont shoot it, mind polluted, deeply rooted Cock back, ready to rock, time to do it [Hook 1 - Xzibit (Dr Dre)] Who wanna get involved with us? Break down bitches, ball with us Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us No matter how you bust, you aint hard as us It's not, what you say, but how you spit it It's not, what you got, but how you get it Come on, Golden State done finally did it (What made y'all think y'all could fuck with Xzibit?) [Xzibit (Snoop)] Back for more, watch me score (with what?) With any whore that wanna explore (with what?) The ups the downs, the ins the outs (then what?) Kicking that ass, dick in your mouth (so what?) Piss on ya chest, and put it on tape (now what?) Have all these bitches calling it rape (and what?) Slicker than that, so pump your brakes (and what?) Indite it, fight it, settle the case (w-w-w-w-what?) [Hook 1 - Xzibit (Dr Dre)] Who wanna get involved with us? Break down bitches,ball with us Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us No matter how you bust, you aint hard as us It's not, what you say, but how you spit it It's not, what you got, but how you get it Come on, Golden State done finally did it (What made y'all think y'all could fuck with Xzibit?) [Hook 2 - Snoop Dogg x2] Lights camera action, show-time We bust shit back in no time Yo kind cant fuck with my kind You must be losin' yo mind |
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from Xzibit - 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz (1998)
At this time, please extinguish all smoking materials
Return all seat backs, and tray tables to their most upright, and long position Also at this time please take care to fasten your seatbelt Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A. Chorus: Xzibit Welcome to L.A. Where you can see the whole city burning Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving and your kids ain't learning shit, except this Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else (repeat 2X except last line) Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times Verse One: Xzibit MC's get fucked up, chopped like Braveheart Don't start what you can't finish, serious bidness Down La Seneca to bust a left on Venice where you can find me and mines -- Los Angeles Times Welcome to L.A. Where every other day I'm taking the hat off my head Givin respect to the dead, and avoid havin the same thing said about me, Xzibit stand underground like the roots of a tree, watered three times a day Forty ounce Olde E, like a magnifying glass making it easier to see, the Mister X to the Z Don't peak, L.A., why test without vest-es stop lead projectile, Apocalypse Now Love Allah not new car, faggot, superstar type of cat, fuck that, mash away in a diamond-white Concourse 'Llac Still black so the one-time react as if under attack Ain't nothin changed but district range, feel no pain Mr. Big Bad Insane Black John McClane with liquor on the brain, down to earth like dirt From the city where niggaz known for puttin in work Chorus Verse Two: Xzibit Welcome to L.A. If hand determine dick size, I'm palmin the Earth Select turf, then plant bad seed and give birth And make the hard work look easy fuh sheezee Leavin you and your best man, stiffer than mannequins Enough to break the skin on a Vietnam leatherneck Marine drill sargeant, you nothin but a target (pow!) Charge it to the game, gotta look beyond the brand name Comin from the guts like I slammed down twenty cups of Hennesey straight, relate feel my hate Xzibit flippin through these bitches like DJ trait Translate to left field, only real niggaz follow Bitches suck and swallow, I'm livin life behind the bottle Never the role model, still shinin like a new automobile Flow six-fo', you can't steal cause I got a kill switch with a itch for the action While other rappers use mass weapons of destruction to sell they shit Chorus Verse Three: Xzibit El ve-te-rano, you can only pray to learn what I know Ride slow across the horizon a lone desperado Comin through the door bringin nothin but hits Sometimes I feel like a matador, lookin at this bullshit Niggaz pull rent from the crack of they ass Maintain do your thang this too shall pass I season beef with lead pieces then cook it with gas I'm from the school of hard knocks way ahead in the class Xzibit hard to get through, like bulletproof glass Break it down like Johnny Cochran then mix it with hash Your defense can't last against advanced prosecution Hit the airwaves like pollution -- hey, here's a solution Take a trip to Washington then burn the Constitution Top government officials locked down for prostitution Recruitin the hard rocks mean streets keep producin The world is a riot shit is mine for the lootin Chorus Everyone's got to make a living (2X) Chorus Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
goddamn, hey, whassup, nigga?
oh, shit! whassup? hey, that motherfucker clean hey, whos that? hey, thats dre, nigga, thats the... look at that shit! hangin that motherfucker, goddamn! (look at that!) (laughing) that nigga chromed out up under that motherfucker! hangin?on the bumper, x! hey, hang that shit! what up, dr. dre? |
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from Xzibit - 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz (1998)
Intro: Judge: "Alright, your charged with public intoxication, alright listen" Convict:"There's a thousand people out who're drunk" Judge: "Okay, I understand that" Hook: [J-Ro] We O-W in the whole zone The Likwit Crew is on the microphone Let it rain brother (3x) Xzibit do your thing Verse 1: [Xzibit] You get permanently put on your ass, like Teddy Pendergrass Whenever you trespass on Alkaholik territory (Yeah, Yeah) More savage than any rapper on your roster I regulate, extortin on ya R&B label mate Xzibit rates the state Cross me or cause me, fuck jiggy and flossy I'm tryin to keep the government off me Dodgin hard time and house arrest Whatta you expect, findin' what ya never forget Cause you're sellin wolf tickets that your ass can't pay What I display, skill last found in Cassius Clay In this prime time, hustle for mine Used to nickel and dime Doin felony crime, but now I bust mine Instead of bustin' at enemies when the sun go down Me and my niggas with a fat one Smoke 'em all down to nothing Crushin rappers, bare Witness like Jehovah Swore we haven't been sober Since 21 and over Hook: [Xzibit] We O-W in the whole zone Likwit Crew is on the microphone Let it rain brother (4x) We O-W in the whole zone Likwit Crew is on the microphone Let it rain brother (2x) Let it rain King Tee do your thing Verse 2: [King Tee] When the Likwit hits my soul I get conceptions to make the microphones explode The drunk mode, sippin X-O from the straw King Tee broadcaster raw Optical intoxication, flood your video station Scramblin any playahation But some of these fools got tricks in they boxes So I blocks it, pull they whole set out the socket Tha Alkaholiks rock shit Any which way man I got shit The Alkaholik don, king from Babylon With some fatal shock shit In this district, I'm listed as the mystic majestic, I gets hectic What you expect, shit The Likwit comity Believe me loc, things will get shitty Ain't gon look pretty Commin' from the likwidation squad Smoke weed, drink hard, my god Hook: [Xzibit] We O-W in the whole zone Likwit Crew is on the microphone Let it rain brother (4x) We O-W in the whole zone Likwit Crew is on the microphone Let it rain brother (2x) Let it rain J-Ro do your thing Verse 3: [J-Ro] Fuck that East-West mess I'm gettin' rest last We make the crowd say "yes, yes" Faster than the SS Impala, you got beef than holla My crew sticks together like Richy and Dollar We got the boom-boom claats, shakey like Don Knots They bitin like a room full of pits and rots I got that old school soul Called take it back like repo And I got foes on my shelf like homes T-Paul I'm C-Bo, that's my homeboy Rico Posted up with three French bras at the need bowl I got dressed wit the speed of a cheetah, finished up my two liter Hopped in my 2-seater Sunshine, drivin' down fine Walk a 1 on 3.9 They playin oehh so fine Got 'em on the fifth floor Knocked at the door Xzibit's in the house and he brought three more "What the fuck is goin' on in here, What's happenin', Where we drinkin' at, These my homegirls right here, What y'all drinkin' right now, fuck that, All we got is Hennessy" Hook: [Xzibit] We O-W in the whole zone Likwit Crew is on the microphone Let it rain brother (2x) Let it rain Rico do your thing Verse 4: [Rico a.k.a Tash] And up next, we got the Likwitest It's so drunk, it's ridiculous When Tash got the mic, I swing my shit like Jack Nicklaus I'm spinnin' this with niggas that slept on Likwidation Cause no matter where you go, They know the reputation CaTashtrofy I punk lyrics with spunk I'm like the renegade of funk That get that ?bumstick? krunk So if you watch your ship sunkin Fuck you with the drunken Than come a little closer Let me head you somethin I bomb with a wig blowin up your click Now take your pick, you can kiss my ass or suck my dick Cause this is how we comin' in 1998 The Alkaholiks, X, and King Tee the great "It's the Likwit Crew, King Tee, Mister X to the Z, Ah,ah, Alkaholiks, Likwit motherfucker came to tore the house down" Hook: [Xzibit] We O-W in the whole zone Likwit MC's on the microphone Let it rain brother (4x) We O-W in the whole zone Likwit Crew is on the microphone Let it rain brother (2x) Let it rain Let it rain Outro: [Xzibit] Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh Won't stop, Can't stop It's the L-I-K's What, Mister X to the Z What, Black John McClane Huh, Defari Herut on ya too King Tee, King Tipsy Huh, and the whole fuckin' click Yeah, realize you can't understand this shit right here Everybody get live, yeah Everybody get live, yeah Uhuh, uhuh, yeah Uhuh, uhuh, yeah Uhuh, uhuh, yeah Uhuh, uhuh Keep it, what, keep it movin' Let it reign nigga And we out [rain and thunder on the background] |
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| from Ninja Assassin (닌자 어쌔신) by Ilan Eshkeri [ost] (2009) | |||||
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