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from Training Day (트레이닝 데이) [ost] (2001)
(feat. Xzibit)
West, South Central [Verse 1: Ras Kass] If money ain't foldin' homie I'm not rollin' Talk a gang of shit, spit out my colon Rip Dog and Non-Affiliated made us, we dirt Make you wanna go to the swap meet and buy a white t-shirt What's a G worth The turf we lurk was worth a G before my birth I walk these streets throwin' dirt wads 99th and Watts, playin' in the feed lots We not afraid to bang, go to keys knot And knees off, summertime swim in that real rugged piece off Then see y'all, let a nigga know What info gat, Beretta nigga know Talkin' bout a po-po, undercover in the low-low Tryin' to extort you for yo dough That's a no, no Take 3 outta 4 like the Late Show [Chorus] Bounce, rock, Golden State From the place where the one time is known to hate What's right, what's wrong, erase the line Make up ya mind and choose ya side Bounce, rock, Golden State From the place where the one time is known to hate What's right, what's wrong, cross the line Off everything I love, I'ma handle mine [Verse 2: Saafir] I'm sick of these punk ass po-po's Bendin' my corners in slow-mo, lookin' for my cuzo In the west-bound to DP To Bernie Park down to Dog Town, West Coast to roll, it's hot now With choppers that spit them hollow point tips To get off that shit, between they come and they lips I keeps it cause I heard the streets runnin' this shit My nigga Rafe doin' eleven in the Fed, to the head Off the Motorola kite, late night life (What chu' dealin' with) I'm gettin' rich so we can get bricks that you can end with And if you from the pen then pesos and yen Even then them boys behind me The government poised but I got L's, gats, insurance And I'm ridin' with a decoy slumpin' The coast is clear, yo the roast is here [Chorus] [Golden State Warriors] Talk the street life, walk the street life Love the street life, live the street life By the street life, supply the street life Ride and stay tight, what's that life like Talk the street life, walk the street life Love the street life, live the street life By the street life, supply the street life Ride and stay tight, what's that life like [Verse 3: Xzibit] I could care less who was suckin' on the president's dick While me people formin' habits they can't kick Makin' me sick to my stomach And you can try to look away But everyday I'm reminded that we came from it We got our name from it I set the tone, loose chrome, flesh and bone And protect my own I ain't unique there's five million of us runnin' the streets And the rest is on lockdown for tryin' to hold the block down I gotta a right to be hostile Used to drink a little Henny and cool it Now I abuse it My only justice is when I lock, load, aim, and use it Smooth the trigga, fill the whole room with chamber music I know niggas that had it all and blew it Had like a big-body Mercedes so get into it Smash the gas pedal, heavy-metal It's the never-ending saga of God versus the Devil [Chorus x2] |
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from Xzibit - At The Speed Of Life (1996)
Listen you fuckers, you screwheads
Here's a man who won't take it anymore A man who stood up against The skunk, the kunts, the dogs, the fill, the shit Here is some one who stood up Here is... Yeah! this is it for anybody usin bodies presents, Xzibit movin at the speed of life Yeah! check it It took a long time comin but we waited Xzibit went from underated To now most antcipaded never would of thought that I would rock your set And get love and respect without no special effects Only the rugged ruff shit that the hard rock need Lyrics must contain more then just clothes bitches and weed thinkin' how you like to see the next man bleed Tryin to glority greed Livin life at ridiculuos speed-indeed! The main goal to achieve, is to succeed Have it laid out for your seed But the world gets colder every day by day Physically, mentally gettin drained by L.A. Trying to find piece of mind is like trying to find a gold mine it just wont happen no time for relaxin Real soldiers of fortune the front line of the action So never show a nigga what you packin' "You know what i'm sayin'?" It's too much weight to be juggling who do you picture when you think about struggling Kids in the bed, no food stomach bubbilin Niggas in the E-class heavy drug smugglin Movin...yeah! yes movin... At the speed of life And plus I feel that no style is darker than mine There was a time it was all about beats and rhymes But nowadays the blind just follow the blind and when I die! Niggas still recite these lines to rock the heads, waterbeds citys and towns Bringin strength to the masses that be holdin it down the underground! to upper echelon and beyond Xzibit rock and roll the streets like a vagabond Nigga wanna trip you gettin dissed like a blond bitch mackin to Farrakhan, I run game like a marathon It's here today then tomorrow it's gone It's the law of the land a straight modern day babylon! Movin...yeah! yeah! like this Like this...at the speed of life Ah! Bring it live, yeah! Xzibit lookin at the earth thru wide angles I found a stairway to heaven in a city of lost angels Where small situations turn to altercation with a heavy ass price 'cause niggas don't fight no more! before hip hop was all about drama anything for a dollar before Kane fucked Madona Xzibit maintain and stayed bent like a comma Just me and my bottle we shall lead not follow Emcees be full of shit but they style be hollow it seems you've bitin off more than you can possibly swallow just a day in the life of a man named X only blunt and latex for the oppisite sex you see niggas comin thru to smoke and pay respect ever since fifteen, I been ready for anything whatever they bring in any shape, form or fashion I live to the fullest and rip rhyme with a passion but in the mean while if worse comes to worst bust a round or bust a verse whatever comes first Yeah! we got it locked down tight Xzibit bring truth to the light shit is movin at the speed of life Movin... At the speed of life |
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from Xzibit - At The Speed Of Life (1996)
I look you in the grill
And I laugh inside Niggas always perpetratin Like they down to ride But please don't try to tell me What I can not see What's the real definiton Of A Fake MC Muthafuckas only rappin since 93 And expect all props Them gettin dropped like hot rocks "So stop what you doin cause I'm About to ruin"..... Like Shock-G get turned to stone Tryin to rock me I seperate my thought process From stress, 24 tracks inside my brain Tyrin to maintain I bang shit without no gang or jherri curls I seem like Kadeem In a whole different world It's the girls the cars niggas lose themselves Forgettin who they are When they try to be that superstar They don't understand It's all in the game plan Exploit the art And watch Hip-Hop fall apart But I'm a do my part, and stay true And keep breakin down bitch niggas like you I'm not the type To play games or drop Name I just maintain And burn rappers out the frame Doin my part to stay true And keep breakin down Bitch niggas like you But above all else I represent it for myself Leavin muthafuckas stretched out Or better yet X-ed out Xzibit, Excelerate, I rush it to the extreme Like nicotine, never get me clean From your blood stream We all can't bust, so do it how you must But if you hustle, avoid gettin rushed With hand cuffs plus In got we trust but don't trust us, we just Add to the ashes, then pick up the dust Like that I make it seem Like you havin bad dreams Have you wakin up out your sleep By your own screams Xzibit has arrived Goddamit We bout to rock the whole planet And bitch niggas can't stand it Try to play the back and look intense You need to hit a fence You don't want none of this Hands on experience I'm no the type to play games Or drop names I just Maintain and drop rappers out the frame I bring it to the ruffest toughest Mic killers And you wanna be niggas And you burn bithces, type vicious Imitating Hurricane flow for riches You don't know the half I got the ill vocab double rap style Gettin bucked More freaky than your last good fuck Milkin you like ba ba pieces Meetin niggas lyrical wishes Writin rhymes and washin out dishes Flowin with the likwid wicked Representin with my nigga Xzibit And we gonna do it And do it and do it Til you satisfied! cause shit is tight Bodiqua C.E.O. on the mic Smashin and trashin Fuck Moschino fashion All you muthafuckas need to stop askin Valued more than the chrome On your last set of wheels Hurricane here to reign on your brain Just maintain |
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from Xzibit - At The Speed Of Life (1996)
Yeah yeah
Look, you could've got away but your response wasn't quick enough Can't preserve life 'cause the best wasn't thick enough Teflon, Napalm, Homicide scenes These are a few of my favorite things! But I ain't Mary so ain't a damn thing poppin Only death disease and a whole lota palm trees Not only for mics, Xzibit is a way of life Until my death so I celebrate success Best of the best wouldn't test these waters with a yacht Sendin' sixteen shots across your parking lot All up on your proximity drinking Hennessy Holdin down ground like the Statute of Liberty So nobody ever can rush my spot And the torch stay lit so I ain't worried about shit It ain't where your from it's al about how you represent! Unfamiliar faces better know who your fuckin' with *Eyes may shine, Teeth may grit And all of that shit And you still won't step So what's next? All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin [You Better off buckin yourself] [You need to stop frontin] * Repeat I'm only comin' through when it's time for collection Xzibit forever nasty, spread like infection Ain't no protection ever made by man to withstand this punishment In other words runnin' shit Keep your eyes wide cause the style gets darker I make papers and see more new cars than Bob barker 'Cause if the price ain't right then it's time to take flight Let the piece go twice to make sure you see the light Plus I'm dreaded not by the locks but by the cops And flocks of females that only think with their croth Unlimitted smoke The bonified cut throat Columbian neck tie Now don't you look fly I'll leave you there to be discovered by your mother Or maybe your brother or your boty boy lover No matter your backround Xzibit never backs down Be prepared for static and semi automatics in your grill * Repeat (x2) Everything that come around go 3.6.0. Longtitude and latitude It's alll in the attitude I'm in the mood to put a twist on things Xzibit here to rock the planet 'till the fat bitch sings The shit is closer than you think Don't blink it might be over in a matter of seconds I'd like to say this off the record But it's not So I testify to the fact Chronic mixed with the Yak make a hellified contact It makes it real easy to trip Unload the whole clip on your block then split! Aint no answers to the test you taken Never move fakin' Can't be shaken' From my solid foundation like this * Repeat (x2) Eyes may shine, Teeth may grit And all of that shit And you still won't step So what's next? All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin [You Better off buckin yourself] [You need to stop frontin] |
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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 - 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 - 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 - At The Speed Of Life (1996)
Baby, do me a favor, call up Xzibit for me.
Allo? Hello, Xzibit? Yeah, yeah, what's up? Hold on one second ok? Alright Xzibit? Hey, what's up? It's Ron, Hightower. Ah, what's up dude, what's goin' down? Eh nigga, it ain't nothin' but a party! Yoo! shit it's goin' down? Hey, let me tell you something. I got some ladies over here, you know... Hi Xzibit! What's up? He he, see what I'm saying. They were just trying, you know, to tell you hello and shit But listen why don't you do this When you're done over there, why don't you come here and shit You know what I'm saying? That way they can tell you hello on person Ah alrihgt, you want me to bring you somethin' Hey, bring yourself, I'm sure they can handle the rest You know what I mean? Yeah yeah, alright, I'll be over there in a minute. Peace! Alright It's a lazy Sunday night Xzibit posted at the lab Gettin' high as a kite Proceed to rolll the light It's real tight In a paper Philly Blunts I don't need It might fuck off the taste Of this bomb ass weed My nigga Tango and Breeze Came thru we blaze a few Together bored as fuck Niggas down for whatever Break left from the bomb Phone call from Ron Hightower Shower at his crib in a hour All the women involved drop drawers Don't say nothin' Just a lota nuttin' Fuckin' plus dick suckin' Goddamn who was that? Half black with the fat ass Too much to ask if you can put them on the glass [For me] My name's Xzibit I aint' tryin' to spit game Just tell me your name And the proportions of your frame [38-26-32] That's right Xzibit now has it poppin' on Sunday night *I don't wanna save 'em Pay em' or buy clothes All we really wanna do Is try to fuck these hoes * Repeat You knew the game And you still ended up on your back... Bitches get laid like tracks Break it down like that With stacks of profilactics Got ill tactics just to get you on the mattress like yo [girl moaning in background] With minimal conversation No time wastin' Only hard penetration Gettin' shiners on recliners Cummin' in your faces Stop! Get on top I take your mind different places Won't be satisfied till I hit every race Color and creed in deed All I need is weed a fly steez Who ain't afraid to take the lead A little dirt on your knees Looked over saw Breeze Laid out on the couch about to let it all out Nigga that's the kinda shit that I'm talkin' about * Repeat (x4) |
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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 - At The Speed Of Life (1996)
1996, dysfunctional member
Of the Alkaholik family, yo Rule Number One Always be aware of your surroundings And peep all exits Stay and move to the next shit Rule Number Two Love no one that don't love you And if the shit come down Then you know your way around Rule Number Three Realize it ain't about size Or havin' gats and guns Because it only takes one Handle your business Don't let your business handle you It's a lot of motherfuckers tryin' to do What you're doin' right here, right now Same color, same style Tryin' to claim worldwide And ain't traveled but one mile In these shoes, I paid dues With nothin' to lose Live by the rhyme But I'ma die by the booze Xzibit breakin' down niggas Who got somethin' to prove Here we are face to face Nigga make your move You're in the wrong place But at the right situation Cause i was waitin Hotter than Satan, never perpetratin *I treat my enemies like friends So I can reach out and touch Leave'em in the dust at the very end You now tuned in to Hennessy and Gin Ice cold Heinekens and down for whatever skins Animosity you can reach out and touch Heavy right handed Teeth grind like a clutch And plus you ain't never had this much Too many friends too close You might collapse from an overdose I was raised to never follow after no man To be my own man So I can die by my own hand And never knowin' what the next day can bring So I gotta make the ends Justify the means Yo, I'm on the scene, here to do my own thing Can't never spend a lifetime Chasin' after dreams I got the right shit For all the wrong reasons As long as I breathin' Niggas change like seasons Never trust a man Who can't look you in your eyes Only the strong survive And that's word to the wise Yo, when dead bodies get outlined in chalk Everybody should walk Cause real killers don't talk I ain't really concerned How many bridges you burned I extinguish your flame And take aim at your brain Givin' ligament pain To have you walkin' with a cane Wantin' money and fame You got your fuckin' self to blame And that's West Coast rhyme Without no gimmicks Here come Xzibit to break it down Like a chemic I'm spreadin' like an epidemic And all good things come to an end Enemies & Friends * Repeat I don't give a fuck About the set you claim Xzibit easily dispersed like crack cocaine See I lent my shotgun to Kurt Cobain And the motherfucker never brought it back Ahh, that's wack As a matter of fact This one nigga tried to jack My squad had his ass On the run like track Never knowin' who to trust In this shit called rap Here to let you know My sound surrounds like dat Never half step Or play the role like DeNiro Y'all niggas wasn't down When we had less than zero Fuck tryin' to be a hero Tryin' to save some bitch Mr. X to the Z Never play that shit * Repeat Yes, 1996, yes Bringin' it live from the Westside This is X to the Z These niggas don't know These niggas ain't ready Yo, Mr. X to the Z From the Likwit Crew |
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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 (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 (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] Last but not least we off the leash The Art of War reach for your masterpiece Feel the release from the phantom bangs you Snatched off put you in a frame and hang you Comin at you niggas from a different angle Arch Angel choke hold and strangled Kay Slay the game turn the tables Get cables, I'm Kane you Abel Start bullshit, conflicts, labels Man handled, murder, mangled Life support cut short we hold court In the street make a nigga sleep six feet deep Fuck piece bare back doggystyle Cement ya feet and hold ya down Throw you off the bridge and watch you drown Last one to laugh its over now [Hook] We'll trade ya six and pancake ya loan Break ya bitch and take ya doe Shake ya Crys and take it whoa Layin down the whole dance floor (Break yourself right now) Open bar free drinks this way Walkin the West, possin the South Coke can put these in ya mouth Hands up jack the whole crowd (Break yourself right now) [Xzibit] Break crash from ya ass so don't rush to bust Bitches die, cry, and lust for us Damn it feel good to be platinum plus Don't fuck wit us cuzz we dangerous Hold fans like fiends on Angel Dust Clean get aways I get out the cuffs Coast like a sailor you fuckin fucks I done hand it hard to keep in touch Don't pop the Crys I pop the clutch Pop one to ya mouth cuzz you talk too much Way in over ya head you get played Left holdin the bag like John Forte Built for this all work no play here to stay The rest get blown away Built for this all work no play here to stay The rest get blown away C'mon [Hook] [Xzibit] Neva seen heard felt befo Wanna rumble wit us just start the show Fill up the chamber let me go Out of town before the shells hit the floor Duck tape ski mask professional Fuck y'all, y'all homosexual Hangin on my dick like testicle Pop you disappear, "Where did he go?" Pop up some where in Mexico Rotate relate respect the flow Hospital bed you vegetable Can't walk can't talk lettin you know We hit the hardest ask ya ho, at my show Seen her in the front row To the back stage in there she blow There she blew Then send her back to you (hello) [Hook] - 3X |
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from Xzibit - Man Vs Machine (2002)
[Xzibit] Ain't a damn thing promised to ya Except livin your life, and dyin one day, I'm just bein honest to ya It take a whole lot, just to get a little Gettin caught up in the middle the answer to life's riddles never, come that easy, but it was easy to lead me, but it wasn't easy to see me Get up off the block to the TV And sell a couple million CD's, best believe me You see these callouses on my soul? Couldn't let hate and paralysis, take control I pick you up when you down 'til I can't no mo' My name sting in your mouth like canker sores Been at war my whole life, sleepless nights Endless fights, but still can't walk to the light Cause my work ain't finished on earth, for what it's worth From the cradle to the hearse, God and family first, for real [Chorus: singer] Somewhere in the heart of man (somewhere, within, somewhere) There comes a time when he must understand (when he must understand) The strong withstand, the weak will fall {*repeat*} Cause tomorrow may not come at all {*repeat*} [Xzibit] Life ain't long, it's more like a snapshot You can have the top, I live for the hop Never take a day I'm breathin on this planet for granted Time for change, time for growth, peace understandin See but niggaz keep forcin my hand, disturbin my plans Bringin out the soldier in a peaceful man It's like tryin to build a house on sand; you never get a solid foundation, one man can change the nation Yo I put that on all creation; Haitian, Jamaican African, Asian, Caucausian, Indian Whatever your persuasion, this is the message Time is of essence especially when you're countin your blessings Lessons learned from the deepest of pain, it's not a game Keep my name outta your mouth and I'ma keep it the same, ya dig? It's a shame, graduated to the rap game Only to find out crack and rap was the same thang, damn!! [Chorus] [Xzibit] Who got skill? Who got hustle? Who got they family with 'em? Who pay for they muscle? Yo it's all gon' come out in the wash, the lost angel with dirty wings, bullets ricochet off my halo I lay low for no one, I love my life Ain't afraid of no hard work and sacrifice Was born twice through the life of my seed Makin sure he see a side of life, I was never able to see Hittin home like "Ground Zero," move over now Peace to the real heroes, still underground I put it down for the homies that came that's hard in the paint I'm livin proof it's never to late, you straight Once in a while I go back to the main strip And see the same niggaz still doin the same shit And all I can do is increase the flow Put it out, let it soak in, and hope they grow, c'mon [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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from Xzibit - Man Vs Machine (2002)
Ah, I don't wanna hear shit Get off ya motherfucking ass It's right now, right now, right here And we bringing it to you live, COME ON! Golden state, what... come on, what bitch New Shit! Ha, come on, yeah Ras Kass blaze that shit up Xzibit, break it down slam it, jelly roll [Ras Kass] Show me a bitch and I'm a slay her like Sarah Michelle Gell-ie Rap star, trash tellies blow up my sprint celly Dare me, I tongue Halle Berry's belly Show her a monster's ball, fuck it you tell me Platinum, heavy 22 inch perrelli's Jelly, it gets so ugly it gets scary Haters act like under-age hoes so what's really- Can't fuck wit y'all, paging R.Kelly (ooooohhh) Oh, if the shoe fits buy a matching shirt Ya nothing take ya face and attach dirt Catch me and my niggas wit strick-9 Strictly constrict 9 triggas disfigure ya figure Our figgas got bigger, niggas the same Menace to society and y'all done made me Kane Can't extort us faggot, you bust we bust In God we trust but we paying at dusk, biatch! [chorus] Don't you think this shit is for fun (NO!) Think before you reach for that Gun (Think!) Look at all the shit that you started (yeah) You bring heat but we bring it harder (sing!) La la la la la la la la (Ha!) La la la la la la la la (Sing!) La la la la la la la la (yes) La la la la la la la la (come on) [Saafir] Yella, yizzel, shaft shizza-lean Fuck what y'all talking about, this shit clean That's why we filthy rich behind the scenes Game spitters with helmets and shoulder pads on the hitters Bullshit so far what this game sent We here to burn it down open bar entertainment Taking the work clipping the clientele on raw Lactose intolerant but I still sell Game enough to mash on the coach like Sprewell Don't salt there hoes flows ain't got that sea smell Overstand under surveillance, Ben Savage- Can't come to the town terrorizing we been Laden Been beat heavyweight beefs and went passage Back to the blockmates and it's safe to unlock cakes King sizzel makin' bank, shake the spizzle, We don't make it drizzle we rain in the G-state [chorus] Don't you think this shit is for fun (NO!) Think before you reach for that Gun (Think!) Look at all the shit that you started (come one) You bring heat but we bring it harder (now sing!) La la la la la la la la (Sing!) La la la la la la la la (Yeah!) La la la la la la la la (Sing It!) La la la la la la la la (yeah) [Xzibit] Feel the adrenaline, feel the rush The effects of the compound the ammo dump Doc Dre don't fuck with punks We all thump like Maximus, stop fucking with us Take a ride inside the home of hands-on hip-hop Speak what you believe and hope you don't get shot for it Ghetto poets, show it if you got one A hot one, with ass and rap like a shotgun I can write to the sound of the sunset Smith & Wesson, I use words as a weapon Gun sling my dreams I rain supreme And fiend for the next challenge, knocking you off balance Look, I been through the worst, avoided the hearst (Survived!) Starving to death and dying of thirst (alive!) Here in the flesh, elope with the profoc- The answer, the solution, the remedy, the anecdote [chorus] Don't you think this shit is for fun (NO!) Think before you reach for that Gun (Think!) Look at all the shit that you started (yeah) You bring heat but we bring it harder (Now sing!) La la la la la la la la (yes) La la la la la la la la (Sing!) La la la la la la la la (Ha) La la la la la la la la (come on) (X2) Bounce... Bounce... Bounce... Yeah... Golden State |
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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 (2002)
Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Cinnamon with a taste of honey it ain't funny When she walk in the room I can't help actin a fool I know what she like she act right She act like she ain't gon survive the night without my dick all up in her ass so quick so fast I see her twin towers and I'm ready to crash Walk around naked witcha beautiful ass Who the fuck taught ya how to move that fast It took time to perfect the stroke by any note Maybe we really don't need to drink and smoke And just try a new position perfect your dick kissin Bang on your G spot til your voice is missin I don't want to love you I just want to fuck you You should bring your friends through I'll fuck you and them too I don't want to love you I just want to fuck you You should bring your friends through I'll fuck you and them too Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair I work hard when I'm breakin your back my li nyphomaniac Suck it swallow it down the hatch It ain't a game when she givin me brain she doin her thang I'm up all night but I never complain I don't waste no time with makeup lines I just look in her eyes and read the signs A lot of dudes wanna pul l on her arm Cause her ass and titties light up a room like a major city Just look how she fit in them jeans it ain't fair She get off too quick when I pull on her hair I'm the only nigga that can take you there I ain't the only one fuckin and I don't care She come through with a couple of friends a couple bottles of gin And then that's where the party begins And I'm the only nigga that's around for blocks Baby get on top and don't you stop I don't want to love you I just want to fuck you You should bring your friends through I'll fuck you and them too I don't want to love you I just want to fuck you You should bring your friends through I'll fuck you and them too Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair I know you love the way I'm diggin it out I know it's hard to talk with all this dick in your mouth Menage a trois for moi let's figure this out I drink your Hennesey fifth let's work the shit out She don't gotta cheat cause it's a waste of her time She'll never find another dick that's bigger than mine Hands and knees side by side I hit from behind Flip it up givin a fuck we fuck all night Bottom line when I straighten your spine I'm gon find spots that ain't been hit and blow your mind Get in line bitches stay on the grind cause I'm on mines Redecorate your hips and lips and thighs Ain't surprised you can be so pretty and be so nasty Ass in the air like a pass to Grassi It's a thin line between hoes and women And close my dick with a hat and change the linen I don't want to love you I just want to fuck you You should bring your friends through I'll fuck you and them too I don't want to love you I just want to fuck you You should bring your friends through I'll fuck you and them too Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair Choke me spank me pull my hair |
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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 (2002)
Yeah! AOWWW, AOWWW! C'mon! Yeah, yeahhh (yeah) yeahhh, yeahhh M.O.P.! Uhh (X to the Z) Yeah baby, that's right, you know how we do it One time, X, where you at my nigga? FIYAHHHH!!!! [Xzibit] I spread the hate, like Taliban records and tapes Shoot five times to the sky, gimme some space I got y'all, runnin in place, cut to the heart of the subject (MASH OUT NIGGAZ!) Straight from the gutter you love it Ain't nothin above it, we stomp y'all religiously Watchin paper thugs tryin to hide behind the industry From here to infinity, love thy enemy Niggaz got the knowledge but don't know the chemistry All inside your baseball hat and kneecaps with baseball bats ('TIL FAME HIT YOU WITH THE MINI-MAC) Full body black fatigues, lungs black from weed In black limo tinted SUV's with Bill [Billy Danze] STILL (still) WORLD (world) FAMOUS The underdogs of rap, back to claim this, the fact remain we're heartless and painless, it's dangerous to strangers that try to change us, knowin we're anxious to flame 'em [Chorus 2X: Xzibit + M.O.P.] [X] Huh, you want problems I'ma bring 'em to you [B] We cockin them thangs [X] Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you [B] We ready to bang [X] Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you? [B] Watch where you aim [F] Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga [Billy Danze] You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it's your man B.D. From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G. (IT'S) M.O.P., and X to the Z is a friend of our family (YEAH MY NIGGA) For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore players I rub you under your face with single-edged razors Cold street INTELLIGENCE, O.G.'s and REBEL MEN Grip quick, cock squeeze and LEVEL MEN to SETTLE IT (From L.A. to) B.K., from B.K. to (L.A.) Persistant and insistant on doin it our way Do you really wanna fuck with Danze? (c'mon) When he comin with them thugs in the van Double clutch in his hands, my nigga [Lil' Fame] Make the world flame! Face the Fame-ster, part, Fame-ster Y'all niggaz akin to God and gangsters (YOU SEE IT!) It's the M dot, to the O dot, to the P With X to the Z hot, what's happenin? [Chorus] [Interlude 2X: Xzibit] Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater Watch how you rise, fall and thank me later Look in my eyes, I should not have to say it Look alive, these streets is complicated [Lil' Fame] AOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! You got problems with us? Start poppin I get in yo' chest like anthrax, vaccine couldn't stop it Let's move on 'em (aoww) must move on 'em Rush in, gun-bustin, black seven plus tools on 'em Never snooze on 'em, I'm short, haven't got room for 'em I send you to God with no shoes CLUELESS! Real G's run this, we rule this If you wanna get into some gangsta shit, let's do this (YES SIR!) No question, no half-steppin Streets is my profession, heat in my posession Hollow-tips is the answer; look around you see the signs say "NO SMOKIN" but our guns got cancer! [Xzibit] Yeah cause I'm not (I'm not) what you thought I was Like my career was gon' fade like a fuckin buzz Raise the stakes high, I solidify the grip that I keep on shit, GET OFF MY DICK! [Chorus] {*random ad libs to fade*} |
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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 (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 (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 (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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Lemme explain to ye why niggaz act like bitches See, cuz a bitch won't what? I ain't talking about a woman I ain't talking about a lady Or you motherfuckas listening to the album, like, |
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from Xzibit - Man Vs Machine (2002)
Yeah!!! AOWWWW, AOWWWW! [Chorus: repeat 2X] Sometimes I'm my own worst ENEMY With friends like y'all, the fuck needs ENEMIES? I beat, I stab, I kill my ENEMIES Refuse to let you waste my ENERGY [Xzibit] I heard they callin me a immigrant; well this motherfuckin immigrant came to yo' city and started runnin shit X is like the government, taxin that ass Been harassed to the point that I'm ready to blast And spend the rest of my life behind metal and glass Never seen a nigga move so fast, cut you in half Sick of all these threats, these bitches with no action Hog-tie, watch you die and start laughin And no longer will I sit back and let you disrespect the fact that we elevated West coast rap And bring shit back to the point "X" is all that they checkin for In the clubs, the streets, the shows and the record stores What more can you ask for, eat your heart out Fall out with bitch niggaz constantly callin my name out I'm really not givin a fuck, you're pressin your luck I'm a walkin warhead ready to self-destruct, so WHAT?! [Chorus] [Xzibit] My name feel like a slap in the face My name feel like a gat in yo' waist My name is all over the place Erasin all misconceptions I live my whole life with aggression bitch; and I'm not stressin Your words ain't workin I feel so much pressure Padlock, chain around, neck no lesser Sick of niggaz runnin they mouth It don't take much to get knocked out, round these parts when I start Shit full clips get emptied, revenge WE move like the Secret Service, I ain't nervous I just wanna tell the truth.. the whole truth When I'm on the stand explainin how I had to shoot Absolute domination, extreme mutilation No hesitation, I'm a movin violation So don't get hit in the street Used to have friends and family, now I got nothin but beef WHAT THE FUCK?!?! [Chorus] [Xzibit] So-and-so hate me, blah-blah gon' get me If I gotta go, y'all niggaz comin wit me I'ma walk like a soldier, talk like a soldier Cinderblock stock, shootin straight from the shoulder Just too much shit in the air Burn bridges you could never repair I slap box with a bear I can speak from experience, you speak from ignorance I remove you, have your whole family feelin it Y'all hate the fact that X-Man got hustle "Man vs Machine," mind vs. muscle I drop concoctions, you leave me no options Have your bitch screamin out, "SOMEBODY STOP HIM!!" No more Mr. Nice Guy, I'm a tyrant L.A.'s finest, Open Bar behind us Don't look hard, it ain't too hard to find us From here to infinity, FUCK MY ENEMIES! [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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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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[Xzibit]
Where Rock at? Rock here yet? It's all good [Verse 1] I done came too far, can't turn back now Pull it out, get it up, can't put shit down Best believe to achieve gotta struggle to get it but peep it It's like you got a body somebody just to keep it Ain't no secret how the west coast do it Stick a fork in it, done deal disputed (yeah) Holdin two black aces for the smilin faces It's a chess game nigga, better count ya spaces We gon find the weakest link, fuck what you niggaz think Pump gon repeat and grind y'all to mincemeat I can't retreat, refusin to lose (yeah) Walk one day in the X man's shoes [Chorus] Make shit happen, stomp and smashin' On and crackin, who want action Pistol packin, fuck relaxin' Hit u where it hurts Make you feel it, can't conceal it If it breaths then I can kill it Come and get it, custom-fitted Hit u where it hurts [Verse 2] I might as well buy a suit right now Put money on my books downtown to get ready for trial Look, ya only gotta tell me once Better wake up and smell these blunts What's really behind the front Ain't no parts about me punk We can thump, don't get too close Because you might get slump kicked Front page material, I serial kill shit Only that real shit, we can scrap or slap clips My tactics range from Attila the Hun To Genghis Kahn to the rice fields of Vietnam Atom bomb my name tag across the sky Eye for an eye, somebody got to die now [Chorus] [Verse 3] The points that I make be hollow X a hard act to follow Disappear in front of your eyes, besides I switch up rides at least five times Dangerous minds, |
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drunk and fuck fo' sho' Please stop runnin yo' mouth let's go Actin like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here [Xzibit] Will the real X to the Z please stand up? With my niggaz and my guns, not givin a fuck Stickin 'em up at point blank range They say the more things change, they stayin the same I can't complain Type of shit that make you wish you was dead Make you fight the curb, a stomp down on the back of your head Blow it out like a afro pick Attract bitches like flies to shit Pop pills and ride the dick Niggaz can't swing this quick, I'm Dark McGwire Bangin shit over the fence with Rottweiler Listen, niggaz do anything for a dollar, even killin they own, let it be known, it's like [Chorus - repeat 2X] It ain't safe where I'm from Niggaz start beef never knowin the outcome Rather be caught with it than caught without one Leave it alone because the life that you save might be your own [Xzibit] I'm pullin pistols if you don't break bread Mr. Wrong Side of the Bed, only get excited for head Now print this in your industry books If it wasn't for crooks you niggaz'd still sport the Jordache look Hit the switch, front to back, side to side Natural born killers never let shit slide Never rely on the next man to swing for you A rock and a hard place, duck between the two And y'all bitches just somethin to do, don't get it twisted You're easy like Sunday mornin and shopliftin It go simple as that, I'm never givin half to a rat I'd rather bam to your face with a bat You get tied down to the tracks Used to make a living cookin coke to crack, now I can't turn back This is holocaust rap nigga, overreact and I'ma bring to yo' chest like an asthma attack, ya heard? [Chorus 1/2] [Xzibit - repeat 2X] Oh no, X get drunk and fuck fo' sho' Please stop runnin yo' mouth let's go Actin like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here |
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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 (2000)
[Xzibit]
Watch me watch me, bonafide hard copy Hip-hop nazi dispose of the Liberace's Extra extra, enjoy the lecture from Hannibal Lector, now rewind selector Bounce it bounce it, smoke by the ounces Tan leather couches, niggaz that own houses (yeah) Testing testing, treat you like a nigga locked down for child molesting, I'll f**k you up punk (yeah) Listen listen, never ass-kissin Too much ambition, I'm hotter than Hell's kitchen (sssss) Enter enter, the rhyme inventor Front and center, bypass that ass like a sprinter Get it get it, custom fitted Dedicated to (?) one of the best that did it, huh Terror terror, trial and error Makin my name reign supreme and live forever [Chorus] Keep it movin movin, keep it goin goin Keep it movin movin, keep it goin goin Keep it movin movin, keep it goin goin Keep it movin movin, keep it goin goin [*repeat Chorus again while Xzibit raps*] If y'all ain't givin a f**k like Xzibit ain't givin a f**k then just throw your hands up Double time, two times for me Bring it live from the L.A.C., Mr. X to the Z [Xzibit] Liar liar, pants on fire I won't stop rockin 'til I retire Golden golden, State dominate this Destroy the Matrix, that forever in the crate shit Light it light it, please don't fight it You're all invited, when we kick off the next riot (Welcome!) Bust it bust it, get your crops dusted Everybody off of the bus that ain't f**kin - NOW! Spin it spin it, all up in it For sale, one female, slightly dented (ha hah!) Niggaz niggaz, political figures Problem givers, f**k all those that ain't wit us (heh) Rebel rebel, shoutin at the devil Me and you fagg*t got some shit to settle, then Kill 'em kill 'em, let slugs fill 'em Smash through the club in Meoshe denim, yeah! [Chorus] [Xzibit] Deadly deadly, bump this deadly medley in whatever you rollin, even if it's stolen Takin takin, your spot is the X man (YEAH!) The heavy hand give a f**k about the next man Digital digital, high tech respect while the rest regress, burn out like a cigarette Break it break it, stripped down naked Tied up in a trunk on the way to Las Vegas (yeah) Chokin chokin, you need to stop smokin Motherf**k on that! Blaze a sack! Rollin rollin, foldin bank My first show was in the motherf**kin holdin tank, c'mon [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Restless (2000)
I was voted most likely to have a psychiatric evaluation Let's start the process of elimination This dedication is for niggaz with the green buddha The bandula, six-shooter to your suit coolers Now how this feel? Cold black steel up in your grill This hollow point lead gon' be your last meal Say your prayers, say your graces Pieces of your face is found in a hundred different places Huh, so what we lookin like? We tryin to see some hoes to fuck tonight and you just tryin to see the afterlife Make a decision before we have a head-on collision makin me spend the rest of my life in prison See I can only play the cards I was given Multiplication division whatever you got to break mines off like the U.S. government did to Microsoft Like Xzibit in some pussy with the lights turned off It's like [Chorus] I'm just livin to fulfill my dreams I'm just tryin to have the best of things None of y'all can't take shit from me Life's a bitch she ain't fuckin for free So I'ma ride til the wheels fall off while all the rest get weak and go soft Your petite style, can get you beat down My heat's loud, have you huggin on the street now [Xzibit] Niggaz keep askin me how does it feel How does WHAT feel? Not havin to scrape for a meal? Not bein locked down to a fucked up deal? The biggest man in Los Angeles is not Shaquille We had to reinvent the wheel, draft new blueprints Made a whole album, spent HALF what you spent then sent the rest to my people to invest wit it Custom fitted, if you want it nigga, come and get it and I suggest you bring a million niggaz runnin wit it Split it, feel it, hit it it's hot, look I ain't gon' stop til everybody's shot Muammar Khadaf's the dot, X mark the spot with an infrared to your head, left for dead Fuck the feds, flee the country then grow some dreads (ya mon) I suggest you keep your distance, for instance, the same distance it takes to get to the next solar system, motherfucker [Chorus] [Xzibit] Strike one, when a nigga talkin shit with his hands Strike two, gettin caught in the wrong place with your pants down Strike three, tryin to fuck with the D-O-double-G D-R-E, or any of my Alkaholik family Huh, Xzibit turn your vital signs to a straight line Never seen a dog bite and bark at the same time Restless, rugged, never relaxed Permanently owe you motherfuckers backs like tax Baseball bats and breaks upside of your head Homey STILL gettin swoll off water and bread I got this, retaliation, for any situation I'm facin and leave the stage with a standin ovation, it's like [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - Restless (2000)
[Xzibit] (Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth Some call that a problem but I call it a gift Xzibit make the whole continent shift (hell yeah) Invadin your territory in a blaze of glory A soldier story, livin off nothin but instinct Bitch niggaz continue to floss and lip-sync And I'ma just continue to flow, while rockin the boat Probably smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in dope Don't make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your throat Always approach niggaz that's known for killin your folks Be surprised who could turn around and bust on y'all Catch your mother or your sister comin out of the mall Bang holes through they coats and they Macy bags No retaliation you basically runnin with fags In these streets, you only good as your last transaction Funny style, and these niggaz ain't laughin Y'all got it all fucked up in zero-zero Think life is a video for "Last Action Heroes" Face the price you pay for the games you play When it's all said and done at the end of the day, you gotta [Chorus - repeat 2X] Get your walk on, get your head right I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up [Xzibit] Judge and jury, don't get your case dismissed When I get pissed and smash through the makeshift Uplift, dump this, make your shit knock Hypnotical hardrock that don't flop It's the best thing crackin my nigga Lot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but don't ever deliver From the home of the toe tag, lowriders and body bags earthquakes police with automatics and nerve gas Learn fast or get left behind quick (yeah) You testify, you get wrapped in plastic (hell yeah) Xzibit turn your SUV into a casket Melt your body parts in a tub full of sulfuric acid Drastic measures we take just to get by for all the shit you gotta go through to get high Stand by, do or die for the West coast Wanna fuck with Xzibit but can't come close motherfuckers [Chorus - repeat 2X] Get your walk on, get your head tight I know you feelin the shit, the shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up [Xzibit] Tell y'all people to call my people Recognize all men are not created equal I'm lethal, all y'all faggots remain see-through Only the kid from "The Sixth Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPLE!) When I get through the world'll be a better place A little Jesus Christ mixed with some Leatherface Go find some punch to spike, find some dope to lace Pull a pistol from my waist, nigga reach for space Smack the taste out of your mouth if you talk shit or hit so hard to the chin it make your back flip My transcript number one up in this conference It's nonsense, all y'all niggaz want is conflict Only associate with pros and the convicts Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb bitch and then bounce with a couple, motherfuck a tussle You never have enough muscle to stop a nigga hustle [Chorus - repeat 4X] Get your walk on, get your head tight I know you feelin the shit, the shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up |
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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 - 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)
You better get ready for the war [Chorus] It's so frustratin, so many hatin Somebody gon' make me break the law But I ain't waitin, there's no escapin You better get ready for the war [Verse One] A shotgun fanatic, who right back at it You get, mopped and dropped like a filthy habit X, snatch and grab it, got you hopin I fail Cause if I fail you'd be happy like a faggot in jail I'm full retail, guaranteed to sell In my jet black McClaren with my mademoiselle I'm strong-arm steady, you fragile and frail You think you ready for them steady niggaz? I can't tell Sex sells so fuck you all, we came to bubble and ball You getting shutd own soon as I touch down Bust rounds, enemies slayed and cut down Fully automatic spittin rounds with no sound Break down your whole regime, like an M-16 Make sure the chamber in the barrel is clean And the spring that's connected to the firin pin That's connected to the trigger when I squeeze it again, begin [Hook: Xzibit] Look ma top of the world, the best of the best King California, L-A-X Out the hood, in the penthouse, from the projects One man, one gun, how the West was won - sing! [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Verse Two] Hit like a heavyweight, breathe deep, meditate Make the whole crowd get loud, make 'em levitate I ride through my city like a presidential candidate L-A-X, Phantom double-R, and accelerate Stack build elevate, crash through the prison gate Generation hate, appetite to eliminate X-Man don't spit rhymes, I ventilate Traffic contraband, yeah banned through the interstate Got a sick flow - didn't know? Let me demonstrate Renovate the game, new nigga that you love to hate The left hand lands and the right hand devastates Half part of your face replaced with a metal plate Irate, get snatched to a better place Let the detached decorate with the yellow tape Detonate, drop bombs, make the earth shake In Brazil with a half mill' in the briefcase [Hook] [Chorus] - 2X [Outro] ... You better get ready for the war |
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from Xzibit - Weapons Of Mass Destruction (2004)
[Verse 1: Xzibit] Justine, 19, just got clean Fresh outta rehab with self-esteem She ain't felt this good in a while A new leash on life, a vibrant thang, a beautiful smile Used to run with a circle of friends, who was skeleton thin Sniff white lines off powerful men But see, all that's a thang of the past, she got class And be damned if she'd let herself burn and crash She ain't from money so she startin from scratch It's hard working for scraps It take everything she got not to relaspe Locked down in 9 to 5, but at the 9 to 5 She get sexually harrased and chastised Boss is a married man, she won't touch him Frustrated angry man, she won't fuck him She's out of her job, at Basket Cakes Least it came wit an 8, 2 lines to the face God Damn! [Chorus] It's a cold, cold, world, and you know it Niggaz will lay you down and take your bread, yeah and you know it Only two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it! Only two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it, yeah [Verse 2: Xzibit] He was on his own, at a very young age When he learned from the streets, made everything change See he came up with hustlers, lost his religion It's funny how money can make a nigga think he livin I ain't talkin paper like Jigga or Dre It's more like 7500, 9 ounces of lle' That's what he say he can get for the flip, they thought the deal was legit But he stuck him and split, in deep shit Now his mother work for minimum pay Live a positive way, she the first one at church every Sunday Blind to the needs of her son, he's a gatling gun In the streets, jackin niggaz for fun It's a non-stop search through the hood, but can't catch him They found out where mom stayed and went steppin The evil that men do, but still we continue With death and dishonor, for the all mighty dollar, it's so cold [Chorus] [Verse 3: Xzibit] He was 13, brought up in Baghdad Ate with his right and made money with his left hand Prayed to the East, 5 times daily His mother and father just had a new born baby Now his father was an Imam who carried the weight And built his family on 5 pillars of faith Never trippin off Western ways, it meant nada Pilgramige to Mecca to circle around Kabba 300 miles away, British troops hit Basra His cousin waged jihad and died with honor He heard about the buildings on 9-11 And a man named Bush on a search for weapons Now here come the U.S., to crush Saddam Wit 88 thousand tons of missle and bombs But his family's too broke to move or find shelter If they all had to die, they would die together and that's cold... damn [Chorus] |
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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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[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)
Yeah, Stong Arm Steady
One gang, four guns, how the West was won, let's go Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Loudmouths is always talkin (talkin) When we come they keep on walkin (walkin) But my dogs ain't only barkin (woof!) Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Loudmouths is always talkin (talkin) When we come they keep on walkin (walkin) But my dogs ain't only barkin (woof!) Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us I'm eatin chicken wings, mm, it's like chicken feed Mm, I'm at the feedhouse smokin all this chicken's weed Huh, you're hardly hard, this sucker's soft as volleyball Cold Chillin' like my name was +Big Daddy+ +Marley Marl+ You're not a star at all, no, you're just a sidekick, yeh Runnin the outside lickin shit and ridin dicks Real niggaz start cliques, start shit we spark clips The mac'll make your door lift and leave me with a sore wrist You should be impressed, yeh, it's like my first impression I pull representer, exposition in a session I'm in the Expedition, expose a dark dimension Your girl used to suck dick du-ring detention You got dumped, she came up by spittin out nuts of every homey comin home from prison Yeah the fake chicks get dick the Ferragamo fake fits I keep they drawers drenched, no drawers, fake tits Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Loudmouths is always talkin (talkin) When we come they keep on walkin (walkin) But my dogs ain't only barkin (woof!) Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us This the last call, total recall, my pimpin flowin like Niagara Falls So you can Phil Da Agony y'all Yeah you get beat to the punch, rap monsters eat you for lunch And feed you to the beat that you want Fear keep knockin fake fans sent to no one Fuck them niggaz run from me I don't owe 'em Why do things for free, you don't know 'em These niggaz'll load up the heat, they don't throw 'em Hooks stay floatin in my mind, I design 'em like architects workin online, I'm on the incline Lamp like the heavyweight champ, it took 3 months of trainin While it's rainin take your brain through boot camp Fair facts, Nike Air Max, I'm back blunted Yeah that them niggaz hear t hat and don't want it Triple trick niggaz get sick to they stomach Strong Arm Steady ready act like you want it - BITCH! Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Loudmouths is always talkin (talkin) When we come they keep on walkin (walkin) But my dogs ain't only barkin (woof!) Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Every day above ground is a good day My wordplay only contain what the hood say Clack the black off a nigga make him see the light My overhand right'll violate your civil rights We get bars, big cars, cigars 12 gauge salute to your face to face God Icon, marathon mack, where the bitches at? Raise it back, steady game, came with a gang of gats I hit your pressure points, we jack the motherlode Expose your motives like a CSI episode Output maximum level, dig deep down in the dirt with diligence and dance with the devil, yeah Cause you don't know me homey, I keep the banger on me It wasn't my aim, it came with the territory Feet planted firm in the turf, plant you six feet deep in the earth Gettin slumped while the ammo dump, fucker Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Loudmouths is always talkin (talkin) When we come they keep on walkin (walkin) But my dogs ain't only barkin (woof!) Y'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Bewaaaaaaare of us {*BLAM*} |
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from Xzibit - Weapons Of Mass Destruction (2004)
{*helicopter flying overhead*} "Outside the South Central area, few cared about the violence because - it didn't affect them." - Tom Brokaw "Break 'em off somethin" - Ice Cube [Chorus] "Back to the criminal set... but they can't catch me yet" - Ice Cube Don't trip you might break your neck {"break 'em off somethin"} And get wet from the reign of the tec, I {"break 'em off somethin"} "Back to the criminal set... but they can't catch me yet" - Ice Cube Your gum bumpin gon' lead to gun bumpin {"break 'em off somethin"} I'm the one when the party is jumpin to {"break 'em off somethin"} [Xzibit] I heard the O.G.'s they don't hit And I'm the only one left from the West that you can't fuck with But lately I've been feelin like Will Smith Why bother with rap when I can get 20 mill' on a flick? Y'all niggaz just started some shit, the underdog Makin songs for them hogs, and them Bloods and Crips For the shah by the mall with a Muslim scent After all, who do you call to rock your shit? {"break 'em off somethin"} Bust the ghetto bird, circle above, reminisce of the dust kicked up, the dirt swept under the rug Duct tape, ski-mask, tape recorders Cue Kaze, ready to blaze and bakin soda First learned how to cook in a coffee pot Made the block get hot like lava rock Got love for the block cause I came from that But I ain't afraid to go right back {"break 'em off somethin"} [Chorus] [Xzibit] It's a, suicide it's a suicide If you ever get the heart to try fuckin with mines No change, I'm poppin the nine, you ridin the pine {"break 'em off somethin"} The heavy metal knock you out of your mind {"break 'em off somethin"} Now how many really gon' ride, when the war start? Eaten alive by these hollow-tip darts My 12 gauge'll tear you apart, don't get caught at the light the house party or the neighborhood park Mr. X marks the spot then pops the mark Turn your whole neighborhood to a parkin lot I paid the cost to be the boss and will do my time standin up 'til I get an appeal These weapons too real to conceal, so why bother Semper fidelis, I learned from my father I always stay faithful to myself and grow But when I catch that ass after the show - {"break 'em off somethin"} [Chorus] [Xzibit] I'm slick and slippery On a high-speed chase all the way to the victory Y'all niggaz is stone cold mysteries Too weak, can't stand in the ring with me Put a pussy back in his place, straightlaced With a Strong Arm Steady gang up in your face I run a race with the West to my back While you're the reason why they say niggaz in the West can't rap Ever since the white Concourse 'Llac, I've been unmatched A avalanche in the hood on attack Just hardcore actual facts, never wait Just react when them killers come at you with gats Had to dig the knife out of my back, now I'm back on track Hittin laps, 'bout to widen the gap yo It ain't the long fall from the top that got 'em It was the sharp sudden stop at the bottom, haha {"break 'em off somethin"} |
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from Xzibit - Weapons Of Mass Destruction (2004)
[Verse 1]
I'm a menace, to society baby The police want to relocate me They run up with gun up, but they can't faze me They wanted to come up, but they ain't crazy got I ride one in the chain with gun on top Six train Chevrolet rolln' without no top Got them hydraulics is dumpin and make it drop California to Virginia, Timmy makin it hot Takin long rides in a G4 plane X-Man to the stage got em goin insane Yeah nigga got the world sayin my name I'm bout to make a little change, I'm a keep it the same X to the Z baby, run up on ya, hittin corners Phantom platinum grill X be the life of the party, Don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody [Chorus] Can you feel the speakers jumpin Other cats surroundin' but they won't say nothin Muggin in the club like they want to do somethin Feelin kinda rowdy, huh? Hey Now, Hey Now All the girls mean muggin 'cause they musta seen what a girl pulled up in In the club like they want to do somthin Feelin kinda rowdy, huh? Hey Now, Hey Now [Verse 2] Hey girl, look where I live 40 acres and a Maybach Benz You wanted to party, but I got biz This ain't entertainin, I'm feedin my kids On a 4-oh-5 in the car pool lane Got to hit some corners, I'm ridin the cane Want to ride out to a island, and tan your frame And just waste away a couple of days, Holla back at me! Look where I rap, make the crowd get loud like the sound of a gat LA on my baseball hat, where they want to ride up on you in that black on black Move, betta, bounce like a mother When brother got mass weapons of war with each other X getting big, not ready to die yet, my militant mindset Got you runnin for cover [Chorus] [Hook] I'm the life of the party, I got a moon roof, we poppin up out of Look at the whole world they talkin about us I got a mean hook, to rattle ya body [Verse 3] I want to talk a little, pick ya brain Want to see you in somethin little, walk around the plane I got a lot to gain, getting my record off the ground Like David Blaine So now, what you know bout me?, I'm a self-made man from poverty Now I own a lot of property I pimp rides, lifestyles, and companies Now let me spit you the facts I used to hustle the corner, but I ain't bringin you that I'm like swingin a bat, run at yo kneecaps for comin out ya face like that Baby girl touchin my chain, now let me tell you who I ain't Bitch you can't run no games, (A gangsta baby, ain't nothing changed) [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 (2004)
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy] I'd leave the girl alone, but the bitch keeps callin me All day and all night long, she just keeps callin me She says she'll kill herself if I try to let her go Somebody pray for me, cause I'm stuck with a crazy ho [Suga Free] Comin from a cat, that uhh believe that if wasn't nobody else in the world to pimp he'll probably pimp hisself, that's me, Suga Free Dig that, yeah, again? Uhh X, man, y'know If I don't slop her man she feel like I don't love her, youknowhatI'mtalkinabout? This thing takes all kinds of turns and switches and changes, y'know It's called the P - Steady! [Chorus] [Strong Arm Steady - 1] Woman out the wilderness - bitch! The homies say you got a wildabeast piece But she a dimepiece, her mind lost, thrown off course She been divorced twice, overwhelmed by - bad advice from a past life, she crazy though Call my telephone a hundred times in a row I don't know how to let her go I'm stuck with this ho - pardon me But she ain't nuttin but the worst part of me She even threatened to slice her artery I gotta watch my God Degree She tried to voodoo the peas and throw her eyelashes in the recipe Please, it's more than she's spittin in my lemonade and R. Kelly ain't got the right to sing the hook, like Butch Yeah, c'mon, spit it [Chorus] [Strong Arm Steady - 2] Now since chickens of a feather be cluckin together And I met her through Aiesha, I shoulda known better She a pro-fessional charger Laker chaser The kind that'll lie and say one of 'em raped her (trick) But she in love with a gangsta And it's been all trivial since the day that I janked her Swore she wasn't ghetto but I met her at Fairmont Shoulda knew she was a gangsta when she said that it wasn't her man's car - but now she crazy over me Tryin to OD, cause she can't be with me She'll, fuck with different sets just to bring you beef Fake a pregnancy just to get you fo' a G, crazy [Butch Cassidy] How much can one man take? Worried if I leave it's her life she'll take So I'm stuck here livin life in fear Situation so severe I need to change my ways Pay more attention to her ho-pefully Thinkin with my dick every night and day The bitch won't go away [Strong Arm Steady - 3] Girl stop screamin All in front of my house, tellin everybody you not leavin And just beat it - you're insane Crazy and deranged and I don't need you Look, don't make me repeat it I'ma say it one time, kick rocks or I'ma call the one-time I shoulda hollered at your sister (aiy) We went to the same high school, and plus she finer than you Hey - baby this one's on you You know it ain't no fun if the homies can't have none too You dug my man out, your hand's out, askin for help Hey - go 'head trick, kill yourself, {?} [Chorus] [Suga Free] That means you ain't doin it for free And that's what I'm talkin 'bout, Suga Free Up in here with Xzibit y'knamhsayin, West coast big style We really doin this out here f'real homey Y'knahmsayin, y'all get to know, y'knahmsayin You'll get to know yo' folks a little bit better too if you just uhh, recognize this P, y'knahmean? Y'knahmsayin we respect the hip-hop, we respect the whole 9 Y'knahmtalkinabout pimpin, the bud is greener and the grass is greener Y'knahmtalkinabout, the pimpin is cleaner and mackin is meaner Y'knamsayin, DIG THAT You can be a stand-up ho or a fall-down bitch And we mean this out here on the West |
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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 (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.. yo.. c'mon
Ride wit me, lemme take you somewhere My father was a soldier, my mother was a rider I was born wit my fists balled up, I'ma fighter Inspired, a real rhyme writer Get past the past the future looks brighter But, I wanna get it back to the way it was Exchange blows, elbows and it was still love A better time, better place in space Cause nothin can erase, shame tat' like my nigga Chase Cause Bigga B will never be replaced, right And I'ma scream it to the whole fuckin human race Get a bar, get a taste Enforce the muscle to ya hustle and ya did it with grace Cause real niggaz don't save face, t hey make movements Back to the time when hip-hop was music When N.W.A. got booed at the Apollo Broke Straight Outta Compton and the whole world followed Cause right now hip-hop is hollow With no substance, X-Man with the roughness Cause success can suck sometime And many of us the way we act, we even lost our minds You can hold your breath, 'til your blue in the face But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on (now sing the song wit me) You can speculate, on every breath I take But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on Back to the day when +Cooley+ was +High+ Hustle big like Butch in the Y-B-I We did it 'n died, the gang still multiplied Sock yo windpipe, cut yo air supply Hypnotized, not by the glitz 'n glamour So fuck them cameras, all I need is clips and hammers The X-Man said that the first rhyme out Were my fans worth my time? The first line out, so Here we are eight years strong and still movin Groovin with a reputation ya can't ruin I wanna take it back how it used to be Five thousand fucked up, rockin outta unity You can hold your breath, 'til your blue in the face But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on (now sing the song wit me) You can speculate, on every breath I take But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on Was it the alcohol in you, the money the power the fame that made you actually attempt to try to disgrace my name? Played those games nigga when I was younger in life 'Til I seen another man's life cut short with a knife Lose teeth, cause beef, no peace with us Ya can't hang, and ya sho' can't eat with us When times get tough, the tough get rough and drastic Never been blasted, never been an arrogant bastard But I coulda been a lawyer, I shoulda been a doctor I never been a actor, I'm nothin but a monster I move in silence, speak with violence Think with science, live free and walk with lions Cats around me with gats like Yasser Arafat It takes a nation of millions to hold me back Pounds of cush to push what I'm talkin about It's hard to talk the talk with a gauge in yo mouth It's hard to walk the walk with ya back blew out Don't let the things that you can't change stress you out Cause X take the money and run, and raise a man from a son And change the world with the power of one c'mon You can hold your breath, 'til your blue in the face But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on You can speculate, on every breath I take But you can never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on |
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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 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 - Full Circle (2007)
This cannot continue
We must go our separate ways Without you, I can do better But first these words I have to say It's not that I don't hear you When you scream and curse my name It's just that I don't feel you Nigga, you invade my space Yeah, blacked out, tatted up, let's go, saddle up I'm alge-ballin', dumb niggaz can't add it up Cock back, back 'em up, fuck what you throwin' up All these rappers comin' out, ain't nobody showin' up Man, where your talent at? Show me where your balance at You the king of the streets? Well, I ain't heard none of that Just like the South say, watch what your mouth say Frank Sinatra hustle, Rat Pack, 'Did it My Way' I know we don't see eye to eye, you ain't never lied We should part ways 'fore somebody catch a homicide Recognize, lost a lotta love when my momma died Did a gang of shit, I'm surprised that I'm still alive Fishburn's yellin' wake up, open up my eyes Don't believe them lies from them guys that you idolize Ridicule, try to downplay, try to minimize And criticize when you on your grind, so I realized This cannot continue We must go our separate ways Without you, I'll do better But first these words I have to say It's not that I don't hear you When you scream and curse my name It's just that I don't feel you Nigga, you invade my space Go ahead, spit it out, that's right, get it out So I can respond, nigga, fuck what you talk about Drop like a guillotine, money over everythin' Seems to be the theme in the land of the Philistine Mentally you still shackled up on some lame shit Side by side on the bottom of a slave ship Came a long way from the place that I started from Ever seen a man's last breath beaten out of him? Hate manifest from the inside out The shit starts in your heart, then spill out your mouth I'm the odd man out, watch it all pan out I see you tryin' to stand up but you don't stand out Now that I found that my path is original Prepared, never scared, had to peak at my pinnacle I'm not like you, but you think we identical It's pitiful, you can never bang with the criminal This cannot continue We must go our separate ways Without you, I'll do better But first these words I have to say It's not that I don't hear you When you scream and curse my name It's just that I don't feel you Nigga, you invade my space Three wheels, lock it up, ammo, stock it up It's not for niggaz 'cause George Bush comin' after us That's why it's time to roll, get where I gotta go All my people fightin' for they soul, you are not alone Never waste my pearls on the swine and the ignorant Forever on my grind, you despise and belittle it Here's a little tidbit, X rock that real shit Dump like a L.A.P.D. cop, overkill shit Hooked on a brand new high called monopolize Put you on track where you just, you was out of line And I ain't got the time to fuck around with the dumb shit You know that young shit, the 'Hey nigga, where you from?' shit Even though the pistol in my hand, I'm a businessman People grow apart, don't expect you to understand Let's part ways and then pray for better days I realize somebody 'bout to die, so I came to say This cannot continue We must go our separate ways Without you, I'll do better But first these words I have to say It's not that I don't hear you When you scream and curse my name It's just that I don't feel you Nigga, you invade my space Yeah, knowhatI'msayin'? (You invade my space) Yeah, stop askin' where the fuck I'm at, yeah (Nigga, you invade my space) Tryin' to see where I'm at Tryin' to be where I'm at all the fuckin' time, c'mon (You invade my space) Get a life, nigga, I got mines, know'mtalkinbout? (Nigga, you invade my space) C'mon |
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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 - 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 - 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 - Full Circle (2007)
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo - <i>[repeat 8X]</i>
<i>[Chorus One: Xzibit over 4X of "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"]</i> Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" <i>[continues to repeat in the background]</i> <i>[Xzibit]</i> Meditate, levitate Greetings from the Golden State Mr. X, to the Z Concentrate, come walk with me Your shit sound so awkwardly I don't rhyme I just stomp down beats Real estate, section eight Which one would you rather take? Concentrate, move that weight Show me how you regulate Hold up, wait, that shit's fake Get these niggaz up out my face Shake the room, bend the spoon Turn this up now, stay in tune Hypnotized by the way she move Take your time you might arrive too soon <i>[Chorus One]</i> <i>[Chorus Two: Xzibit over 4X of "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"]</i> Bring that back, what was that? Oh my lord, she got back So precise, so deattached Oh my God, who is that? <i>[Xzibit]</i> Hibernate, consummate Man was made to procreate My estate, generates As if my family name was Gates Days of grace, lift big plates Why be good nigga, go be great Hit the breaks, crack them crates Have you on the run goin state to state Contemplate, demonstrate Mind over mayhem, no mistakes Lift some weights, eat some steaks But you don't really want that face to face But let's relax, check your traps Don't let yo' concentration snap I love the way she arch her back Like how a muh'fucker 'sposed to handle that? <i>[Chorus One + Chorus Two]</i> <i>[Xzibit]</i> Breath control, touch yo' soul Just maintain don't lose control Participate, congratulate Cause everything else'll be seen as hate Remain in place, the same mindstate Get off yo' ass and celebrate Congregate, associate Don't fuck yo'self procrastinate Dilate, to an all time great Calculate the next move I make Crack the safe, keep that ace in my waistband just in case I'm no rat can't run yo' race Not too good don't fit my taste I love the way she make that shake Makin it hard to concentrate <i>[Chorus Two + Chorus One]</i> <i>[28 seconds of instrumental]</i> "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" - <i>[repeat 4X right before song's end]</i> |
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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 - Full Circle (2007)
This how you make me feel, this how you make me feel
This how you make me feel, that's how I know it's real Take you around the world, take you around the world Take you around the world, take you around the world 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my baby girl 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my, my, my 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my baby girl 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause my, my, my This how you make me feel, that's how I know it's real Take you around the world 'cause you my baby girl I know you feelin' good, I know you feelin' right You see me ridin', you ridin' wit me, our shit is tight Self-made millionaire, refined myself My success, God bless, not defined by wealth Come on, we live in crazy times, niggers that lost their minds We wanna fuck every fuckin' chicken we fuckin' find But then there comes a time when you start to grow But you ain't growin' with me and it's startin' to show Before I say I can't live without you Let's sit and have a talk about family value Now listen, I see you got some kids that you ain't never with Your baby father put hands on you, some crazy shit So he gon' pay for that, fuck with niggers who rap Most of that quality time is spent on your back Now before I devote the rest of my life Can you at least show a nigger you can boil some rice? Is that too much to ask, am I movin' too fast? Do you have anythin' to offer me besides some ass? You think you high class, the upper echelon But spent all your grit money in the hair salon I'm s'posed to help you out but it just made me think You ain't ready for the world, you ain't ready for me This how you make me feel, this how you make me feel This how you make me feel, that's how I know it's real Take you around the world, take you around the world Take you around the world, take you around the world 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my baby girl 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my, my, my 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my baby girl 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause my, my, my Damn baby, I see they drivin' you crazy because your body's amazin' I know you wanted to phase me but hey I seen a lot of girls, messed up a lot of curls You ain't gon' keep me with sex when only sex occurs Want you to think ahead, not just give me head Want you to make a household, baby, not just the bed I know the scene is what you seem to see But you need'nt to be but believe you me, baby girl They jus' gon' use you up, fuck you and bruise you up They got no family values, they ain't gon' choose you up We disrespect ourselves, we think we livin' well I could be wrong in this song but only time will tell You maybe thinkin', ?Hey X, you just a hypocrite You actin' like you never called a girl a fuckin' bitch? Nah, it's not that but it's like this We need change and I'm just man enough to say this shit This how you make me feel, this how you make me feel This how you make me feel, that's how I know it's real Take you around the world, take you around the world Take you around the world, take you around the world 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my baby girl 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my, my, my 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my baby girl 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause my, my, my This how you make me feel, this how you make me feel This how you make me feel, that's how I know it's real Take you around the world, take you around the world Take you around the world, take you around the world 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my baby girl 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my, my, my 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause you my baby girl 'cause you my baby girl, 'cause my, my, my |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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 Def Squad - Def Squad Presents Erick Dnasis (2000)
Hey!
(vocal box) Never understood, how we did it How we made this music groove your very soul (Onasis) Yo I lamp out in the rented E-7 V-12 screamer The new Benz, seen her? 290 thou, wow Somethin your rap budget does not allow Why you laughin, I don't see nothing funny Pull back two Mac-10's now it's a big Mac-20 That is the basics Quik and I we run the Matrix Hold your mouth don't say shit Walk through any borough That stretch from here past the tri ?? Better respect us dog we ?kernel? Don't get it confused We smashin crews, it's my rules Don't come correct and get abused I bring the ruck to any cats bringin drama Make 'em feel it, like Tupac's Dear Mama It could be pitch black and I spot ya BOOM! Kick in your door like Big Poppa (vocal box) Never Xzibit DJ motherfucking Quik Erick Sermon (DJ Quik) Ay, tell me what you get when your nigga Xzibit And Quik get down with the E Double? You get we trouble E, make the beat bubble Make the bass all on you shake they break out To the ground and dig em out of E rubble Partyin, happy that you shook the whole crib And if you got a pound E Dub I got dibs Cuz this is how we do it here It's ironic that you done stepped into a room Of purple hydroponic, fat booty bitches sparklin Tryin to take you to a star Tryin to get you to recognize they know who you are Can't you see the red carpet, they lay it out And if you got a fantasy Erick they play it out We big figga rap niggas From the gate, we been waited on and hated on since '88 Now cross my dogs or cross my path and I'ma whet ya Way down from the Compton town, and I bet ya (vocal box) Ha, yeah, ladies and gentleman Yeah, the bar is now open C'mon, yeah, it's on me C'mon, yeah Presented to you, AvireX to the Z Yeah, listen (Xzibit) I'm the spin doctor, Phantom of the Opera If this was '89 I would break you off proper Cockblocker, dump a few g's in my lolo Not dough hoe, my nigga B came in solo, dolo Most niggas react like a homo And when they wit a crowd now they wanna get loud Wanna act wild and act like a criminal, foul And stretchin a mile, but really got the heart of a child ?? steal our tickets Extra points like a field goal kicker Like a fucked up D.A. wit a charge that aint stickin I'm walkin away, a free man Cuz y'all niggas softer than sand Cuz we fuckin a fan and locin out wit your pan I fucked your mother, so now I'm the motherfucking man! Break fool on a track like it's supposed to be And break bread with the real niggas close to me EPMD (vocal box) C'mon, yeah, DJ Quik in the motherfucking house Yeah, this dick in your mouth Ha, c'mon, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon Yeah, you think it aint The west coast brought cats alive in 1999 All the way bouncin through millenium Ha, c'mon, yeah Yo, millenium shit, yeah, c'mon, yo millenium shit Yeah, c'mon yo, millenium shit Yeah, yo, DJ motherfucking Quik Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo Yeah, Green Eyed Bandit Yeah, bitch niggas can't stand it C'mon, yeah, keep it bouncin Yeah, R.I.P. Roger Troutman Yeah, yeah, c'mon, ha, yeah |
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from Xzibit - 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz (1998)
Verse One:
The official representative, LAC This is phrophecy manifested by X to the Z Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants Never get along like red and black ants, advance When your staring and this concrete that move like liquid Like a nigga withouth legs, I ain't tryin to kick it To much to finish, a menace, without enought time My mind only give punchline, you probably thinkin of the wrong kind Cause if it jokes, nigga know The kind that drop on your eyes, your ears, your nose, and your throat I promote self-defense not dollars and sense Kick it with scholars and pimps, you just the last part over the fence Assed out in the open, while you was hopin that Xzibit was second rate But I refuse to make; just another record in the crate I think not, got bee-bops I bring it to your house like pizza "Today we are on the streets of South Central Los Angelos, a fight for survival" "We have people that are conditioned not to expect to live past age thirty. They no longer. Once they no longer care they're extremely dangerous." Verse Two: Stand at attention, make sure you keep your piece clean When I release steam, police crime scenes to guillotines Hit and decapatate the bird case, featherweight Critical thinking, while you at water that concentrate Xzibit crash the gate, heavyweight, box em in Seal off the exits, then cut off your Oxygen Xzibit run with a regiment of veterans I only like to come out Late Night, like Dave Letterman Time for some medicine, cause niggas bout to get sick Callin me a hater cause I don't ride dicks Read my lips, we got problems like Bloods and Crips Love the sound of clips when I know my shit Chamber Music, this is for the ones with stone-face That catch you at the right time in the wrong place We unsafe, One-fifty-one with no chase and no ice Take away your life like three strikes Yeah, come on, Chamber Music Verse Three: So now Xzibit got a little money, I think its funny How motherfuckers think I'm supposed to Cher/share like Sonny Clarify, you don't work you don't eat, I repeat You don't eat you get weak, catch a fragile physique Accomplish more in one day, than you can do in a week The X-Man, Wolverine, one swing to make the cut clean And the wrong things manifested in flesh Fuck the game, I take the test, graduate, pass to the S-Class Catch a roadrash, all you smell is hash Chronic mix, bumpin the Liks And dick you like a Hebron fix Bear-arm from here to a hundred-tweny meters Get black-walled, modern day Lee Harvey Oswald The assassin, brother who came blastin Take it without askin, rappers is all fashion Xzibit keep mashing through Got any lost words? I got two Drive up, on you like that! Once again Chamber Music, what what, yeah, what the deal? It's Xzibit. Get on the ground, get on the ground! Hands on the back of your head, Don' Move Don't Move! Get on the ground! * beat to fade * |
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from Xzibit - 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz (1998)
What yeah yeah
Black John McClane Harold the Menace and the Waterproof with my nigga Bud'da on the track Golden State Warriors Eatin every rapper on the plate Huh feel me I got three oh fo's in three one oh on section eight with multiple one eighty sevens Sport a Marilyn Manson t shirt when I die and go to heaven Smoke a beady scrape my lungs smoke the resin Remember the name Ras Kass ciano Get to clownin y'all punk bitches cause I'm a Mac like Ronald I make Mac make money and mack murder wack rappers My Makaveli verse Bomb First the Mac 11ll gat cha When I get at cha the situation tenses Fatality before you ever reach your senses Got so called writers crashing into brick fences like my name was Al Fayed so you die like that white princess If you lookin for sympathy you better look between R and T in the fucking dictionary See the object of the game is to win stack some ends sippin Henn Whip a Benz and leave it to your next of kin Pick a card any card I bet you can't pull it Golden State number one with a bullet It's three card molly Will they ever stop Probably not Pull your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop Pick a card any card I bet you can't pull it Golden State number one with a bullet It's three card molly Will they ever stop Probably not Pull your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop The un edited medic on the cut with a degree in metaphysics A doctor of patients And perseverance flows like an ocean linerthat sails sales like a clearance I'm bilingual Fly like a flamingo I'm a pitcha everything I freakI eat like Al Pacino you don't like me baby You ain't happy you need some Ecstasy Now you in my properties but you have to pay my equity For the lowest point in my character I'll reach the highest place in the house when I rocklike the Qu'ran fuse hot fluid with flavor like buillion cube Been this way since I was fourteen And like this I been runnin shit without the use of Sportscreme Rippin up tracks like immigrant Chinese peep the game I lay I'm grim I brim over my brow when I rip Never write rhymes with slim fingertips Each syllable you choose to use is light as a flower Keep tryin to go gold but all you're gettin is a golden shower I bet you can't pull it Golden State number one with a bullet It's three card molly Will they ever stop Probably not Pull your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop Pick a card any card I bet you can't pull it Golden State number one with a bullet It's three card molly Will they ever stop Probably not Pull your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop if it wasn't for the West These rap niggaz wouldn't need a vest around they chest Keep bustin about where you rest and what you own and what you drive So the day some niggaz come for you I'm really not surprised Mr Black Bruce Willis please don't kill us I show mercy like Kevorkian like a scorpion We sting you from behind and put it in you so meet me at the venue Put you on the spot to put you on the menu Fricaseed emcee we be the ones that keep the pussy hot Xzibit livin life like a bull inside a china shop Strippin everything see you ain't even got a dime to drop Go ahead and call the cops you ain't said nathin Jerry Spring you out the studio then Suge Knight you to the parkin lot niggaz ain't ready for all this heat we got Picture yourself crushin Xzibit with your tough talk That's like Christopher Reeves doing the crip walk Pick a card any card I bet you can't pull it Golden State number one with a bullet It's three card molly Will they ever stop Probably not Pull your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop Pick a card any card I bet you can't pull it Golden State number one with a bullet It's three card molly Will they ever stop Probably not Pull your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop |
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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 - 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz (1998)
Yeah, uh, what, worldwide Yeah, Im forever, ever lastin, spread the wealth Procrastination like masturbation, your fuckin yourself So we gonna move on em quickly (what) No chance to think about coming back Chain smoke em, turn they lungs black See I was raised to love black, but sometimes Black folks wanna sweat you harder than the one-time Never participate in dumb, def and blind shit Plus I got my little man, so daily I'm reminded The ride only gets rougher (right) But I'll be damned if me and my niggas suffer Smuggle this motherucker with the raw shit, I'm blessed wit Lookin at the world, burned for the young and the desperate Showed heart, but got cardiac arrested More than a nigga with an image and a press kit The wreck hits, creates desert land, desolate The whole intent to rock the shit, keep the herb lit Chorus: Xzibit (Defari) Handle your business before your business handles you Mister X to the Z (and Defari Herut), one two (Remain true, regardless what we go through) Yeah, handle your business so you can stand on your on two *repeat* [Defari Herut] Everyday I puts in down in LA, hustle in this Assassin lyricist, serious, muscle in this I call the bets, I know we got coordinates on more games to wreck We blaze shows, never no Half Step Tactics, B-Boys, no games no antics No false images, no bullshit semantics We planned this, for hundred of thousands Reignin/Rainin on they brains with lyrics, from the mountains Don't contemplate what you can't even demostrate Defari lottery draftpick, never the second rate Nigga who wanna hate but front like its all great I gots no time for these emotional niggas, I gots to motivate Moves to make, best rhyme straight That's for the old school, this here's our year, it's time to elevate Handle this, don't hesitate got money to make Push maximum levels from the Golden State Chorus [Defari Herut] This combination's high calibre Hatians stay amazed and confused like this was algebra I'm scoutin the, best land for property Never sloppily, picture someone stoppin me )From gettin mine, line after line And you wonder why I call these fake niggas Miller they think they Genuine; I'm startin to shine, imported Italian With a custom made Herut charm as my medallion [Xzibit] Seem like, I recite the same prayer every night Watch my folks, make sure my dogs stay tight And fully prepared to gunfight in broad daylight Till then, lick it to the chin, let it begin We could break bread or break skin; and watch me send it Try not to break the law, sometimes I gotta bend it And my directions, suggest for your own protection You motherfuckers keep it movin like an intersection Chorus Serious business *scratched in background* Fuck you, like that Mr. X to the Z, Defari Herut. Yeah, yeah right? *3X* What, keep it movin like this y'all |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz (1998)
Homeboy I ain't never gon let em take me under I maintain with a mindframe to bring the rain and the thunder Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger and focus(focus) on the days and times(focus) that approach us Verse 1 Bad seeds is planted to grow large and toke us Whatever is left will be eaten alive by the locusts Hear me not, believe me later You can feel the animosity through this Irwin Vega A full clip to make this bullshit stop I'm in the struggle to bring the underground to the top Head lock, Las Angeles, home of the scandalous And beautiful bitches, smell the aroma Nothin but doja, the Likwit soldier Quick to fold you in half, sit back and laugh at you Xzibit standing firm ground like a stone statue You ever have a .45 slug blown at you? We unstoppable, so everything is possible Chorus Xzibit maintain focus till the casket drop That's (focus) the only to survive and stay on top Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger And focus(focus) on the days and times that approach us (repeat) Verse 2 Be on the lookout Cause this year some niggas gettin took out Takin off of the scene Man versus machine I live between a rock and a hard place About face stand straight This is General X Dedicated to the critics that hope and pray That some day I'll go soft And try to swing with a gimmick and fall off Runnin with dogs you can't call off Isolate to eliminate That's the mind state Never violate I make your whole chest dialate Defeat my appetite to annhilate I carry the weight from state to state Spread the product Tired of friends and relatives gettin shot up It's time for some action like Redman and B-Real Cause I can be a dead man if I stand still Too close for comfort, I'm under the gun Like a felon going back I'm ready to crack Making niggas role the credits and fade to black fade to black fade to black fade to black Chorus Yeah, everyday of my life Got clear thinking, and everything stay tight Drop bomb shit Only bomb shit Here come Xzibit to break it down like this Chorus |
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from Xzibit - 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz (1998)
Verse 1:
Yeah so it all comes down to this (what?) Specialist with a hit list Right fist bomb type M.G.M. fight night type (ding ding) So when I hits in the stage we can Face Off Watch me rattle your Nicholas Cage Bring heat in ridiculous ways never compromise Look into my eyes tell me what you see (what?) Victory ecstasy maybe Hennessy Energy wasted, enemies gettin' laced with That point blank to the face shit Who you think this is Young black bust a nigga ass strickly business man Self disciple Heinakin let the record spin Paparazzi all over again, times ten Like thee original sin I'm tryin' to fuck it up for everybody The hot ? get collect calls from John Gotti I kick back like karate Butter soft burn off and solid black Mazaratti like Hook: Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) No gain with no pain (it gets deeper then that) Dyin' in the fast lane (way deeper then that) To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at Verse 2: Long hair ganja smoke but don't be mistaken I ain't Jamacian Find another chick to jerk A world of hurt 9 to 5 puttin' in work Never rest put to the test get put to the death Never the less only greater than Trust no man Soon to have the whole wide world inside of my hand So I suggest you act right my insight like sunlight Burn your cornea Big bad California To the Waldord Historia (c'mon) N.Y.C. competition wish to some day roll like me But all I see is capital H-E-A-T I'm makin' motherfuckers Run like DMC (run) The Likwit MC is here to blaze a nigga like a fat one Non radio bangin' shit goin' platinum And keep slappin' 'em with a Colt 45 While my Old English leave you broken down with a Crooked Ise (eye) Hook Verse 3: Suck it easy Movin' On Up like George and Weezy You can't stop it love it or leave it alone Xzibit writtin' more pages then the state penetentary Full of well known villians that wanna come home Never relax ain't no tellin' lay it on wax Make it bang let Stever sell 'em and dip 'em in chrome My nigga Bud'da chip off beats like cellular phones Heir to the thrown Xzibit bring the lead to your dome Like a 3rd world rebellion squad on your boulevard Protect they spots with heat They kids ggotta eat to make it big in Cali it depends on who you meet And who you sleep with Might find yourself in deep shit So hit me with your best shot I'm lookin' forward to it You shouldn't repeat it if you ain't really goin' through it How dare you try to check the fluid Rip the track chillin' on your big plans like Wilsure and Farefax Hook |
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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 Xzibit - 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz (1998)
Intro: Xzibit)
Mr. X to the Z (who am I?) M-m-m-mr. X (who am I?) X to the to-the-to-the Z M-m-m-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z (yeah, yo) M-m-m-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z (Xzibit) So it's one fifteen in the mornin I'm comin up, a hard day, serve We gettin drunk smokin herb and the third dike you roll Non-stop cash flow, 20,000 dollars and the rest cuttin yayo We had the rocks, my nigga late to pick it up get him on the phone, hurry up cause I ain't tryin to get stuck So what the fuck is the hold up? ("Nigga sit your ass in the chair and I'll be right there") Reminds me I gotta shake the spot I got bitches in the hotel room ready for me to bang cob weight (*knock*) Yo, who is that man? ("He wanna spend a couple of hundred, (yeah), but he'll be right back") That's when I shoulda got the heater But I was too busy in the kitchen countin money and takin shots at Tequila Started countin out twelve when it hit me If you was Rocksteady, you woulda came when the C-Note's rang Before I could yell out to lock the front Niggas rushed in the front door with the gauge, ready, duck Bad enough I'm caught up in it, jacked, but worst than that I'm caught in the kitchen without the strap ("Where the muh-fuckin sack homeboy?") Yeah, woulda killed Terminators only D between us is a stove and a refrigerator, came in and put the gauge to my chest Took the money off the table and said ("Yo, where's the rest of it nigga?") You gotta love it, came straight to the moneyman 20,000 cash, needed stacks, wrapped in rubber bands Snatched the whole shit and broke out I ran to the living room and got the heat from under the couch Smashed out into the middle of the street started blastin Dumpin at the getaway cars but they was mashin I thought I heard the homies just in time for the action Police hit the corner with they reds and white's flashin These niggas rolled off with at least a cool fifty Ya, I'm in handcuffs on the ground and mad cause the K-9 bit me Shipped me off downtown for the bookin Threw my herb sack when the cops wasn't lookin Fingerprints, hold the tape, hear come detectors One at the door, another one askin questions Stupid shit like: - "Who was I shootin at?" Was it game related and where do they kick it at? But I didn't say shit I can tell from all the people Involved it was an inside job But I'm the wrong nigga to rob, I'll hunt you down Fuck the money, I'll take you off and accept the loss Set bail at fifteen g's, no sweat Got cars slippin tonight, and almost got wet Homies come to set bail see, but that's all right Since I'm already here I'ma spend the night (Outro: Xzibit and another having a conversation) ("Hey, hey I need to use the phone again") (*Car horns*) ("Ay, ay man") ("Since when did you start takin shoestrings and shit?") ("Man") ("Ahhhh") ("Do I look like I wanna kill?") ("Ay man, fuck that") ("Ay, look?) ("I just need to use the phone real quick man, eh, fuck it") ("Aight, ay, let me get the top bunk") ("Ay man, this, this, this blanket, this blanket smell like urine man") All right, you're charged with Public Intoxication (All right, listen there's a thousand people down there who are drunk) Okay, I understand that |
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