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from Xzibit - Man Vs Machine (2002)
[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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from Xzibit - Man VS Machine [Clean Version] (2002)
[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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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 - Restless (2003)
Ahh, ahh, E-Dub [Xzibit] It's that millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go Niggaz gettin knocked out is part of my show Let 'em know who they fuckin with yo, a rhyme wrangler Tri-angular push-up the hillside strangler Dangle a, nigga by the ankle off the balcony Now let his punk ass go, look out below (BELOWWWW) It's a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go down We officially not fuckin around Stuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box (hah!) with my fresh pressed khakis in a slingshot So heatbox all day in a nigga face and all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate [Chorus 2X: Xzibit *singing*] Call it what you wanna call it I'm a fuckin Alkaholik Bring it if you really want it Ain't gotta put no extras on it! [Erick Sermon] Yo, I'm in the zone, and lyrically gone Got the spot blown, BOOM! Oklahoma Watch the aroma, catch those who love me My underground dirty cats on dune buggies I be the type to take your watch and flaunt it Kidnap T. Lewis and Jimmy Jam on it Yo, I bang a nigga head til his neck pop Do a KRS-One to a "Black Cop" X and E's, out for cream Get the money, while you stay broker than Al Bundy Uhh, give it to y'all, in "Any Given Sunday" With J. Foxx name the spot, make it hot (I hate E so much right now!) Blow it down hooker bounce come off the ropes like J. Snooka (*X*: Two fly motherfuckers) You can't fuck widdit Backed by +Open Bar+, so y'all forget it [Chorus] [J-Ro] J-McEnroe, cam smashin, party crashin I eat MC's like a ration I'm sockin niggaz in they goatees I leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies I'm in the room with 10 G's, countin ten G's cause we need a bag of weed (can you smell it?) Now we need ten dimes, to blow on deez like wind chimes Time to close the blinds cause you all in mines I bought a bottle for the session, and did not share it Drink so much Captain Mo' all I need is a parrot You took the Alkaholik challenge, and lost your balance You underground, we under water drinkin liquid by the gallons [Tash] Slurred words, double vision, brain bustin, head rushin Since I'm too drunk to walk, I rock a party on crutches and still rush the roughest MC who wanna get it Forget it, it's Likwit, Tha Liks and, Xzibit Ca-Tash on the blast the final piece to the puzzle I slap bitches on the ass I slap tits up out the muzzle I shuffle with the microphone, bang rhymes consistant You wack and I'm Ca-Tash and that's the motherfuckin difference For instance, "21 and Over" set your clocks back (Tick tock tick tock) Still standin where the rocks at Two-thousand-one, we still young guns that's +Restless+ (Thirty niggaz, sixty hoes) and that's the motherfuckin guestlist! [Chorus] |
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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 - 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 Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction [Clean Version] (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 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 Xzibit - Restless (2003)
station, cat Xzibit huh? K-W-Balls, Daniel Thompson hold like this Like that in fact, with a fat-ass Battlecat track I'm takin caller number one, that is.. Rrrah uhh, bitch - you took too long Caller number two like this.. [Xzibit] {*BZZT*} Bounce up out of the house close to midnight Full rack up in the back {*BZZ BZZ*} shit is tight Full charge and I'm out for somethin Mass production, Battlecat bang percussion End of discussion, hittin some corners, rearrange thangs and brang change, we expand California Listen - I lost more than I can ever gain back from this road to riches, makin my heart turn black So I'm cold to bitches, and I never call back Plus I'm stoned and vicious, lay your whole hood flat Get your, shit together nigga Big Snoop Dogg told me 'Do music and leave that other shit alone homey' We came from dust, the X-odus, the hard to touch Y'all niggaz ain't fuckin with us, and plus it ain't nothin like standin on your own two So run them streets, but never let 'em run you [Chorus: Nate Dogg] Time is steady wastin, steady wastin Since time won't wait for me, yeah, won't wait, won't wait Just give me a beat that's bang, give me a beat that's bangin I'll bust 'til I'm deceased, yeah, wooo-oooh, ooh-ooh-ooooh [Xzibit] Tune in, witness the rise of a icon The python wrap around 'til your breath gone The upper echelon, and I'm the cat you pull a weapon on and wanna squeeze 'til my life is gone? Back to the wall and trust nobody Sippin Cognac with Kurupt, Young Gotti Somebody gotta recognize this Throw fo' fingers up, add a thumb, then make it a fist Number one draft pick, lead the league in assists Give a fuck how you decorate your neck and your wrists You just settin yourself up for the twist (gimme that) it's like this Only a few slide through like the Schindler's List Who's the bitch, who's the mack, what's worse the niggaz that bring in the coke or smoke the crack? Metaphor figure four let it break your back (yeah) It's been a long time, where the gangstas at? [Chorus] [Xzibit] Damn it feels good to be back in the saddle On top of the game, crackin the frame, the heat of the battle Been a long time comin but we waited Xzibit went from bein hated, to makin the whole world say it Give a fuck if the radio play it Niggaz fall like the domino effect and you can't delay it It ain't about who you are when you're makin your stack It's the look that's on your face when you givin it back So picture that [Nate Dogg] Time, keeps on slippin, slippin.. keeps on slippin away.. mm-hmm My mind keeps on trippin, trippin.. trippin like ev-ery-day.. mm-hmm [X] Yeah, it's been a long time [Chorus] |
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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 (2003)
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 - 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 [Clean Version] (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)
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 - Man Vs Machine (2002)
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 [Explicit Version] (2002)
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! 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 [Explicit Version] (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 [Clean Version] (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 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 - 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 [Explicit Version] (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 [Clean Version] (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 - 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 - 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 [Explicit Version] (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 - 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 [Clean Version] (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)
[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 - 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 - 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 [Clean Version] (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)
[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)
{*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 [Clean Version] (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)
{*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 - Restless (2003)
Uhh.. mm that's funky.. ohh! [Xzibit] Huh, I'm Mr. What-The-Fuck-You-Lookin-At I'm Mr. Quick-To-Run-And-Get-The-Gat Treat you like the hoosd like a diplomat Xzibit used to push a 'llac, now I'm Range Rovin' Takin over never sober, bear witness like Jehovah Enemies fall like October Restless standin tall like a soldier We thick like the first Motorola brick cellular phones cut to the bone, celebratin "Dre Day" Love it or leave it alone (ha hah) Just consider me the heir to the throne The lifestyle of the savage and well known protectin my owns Rolling stone bringin it home, time for transition Don't talk too loud, you might find yourself missin Look into my eyes, all you see is will to survive by any means, retreatin to the Phillipines to meditate, liftin train like a heavyweight Hit you and run with a California license plate [Chorus: Xzibit + Snoop] [X] When y'all niggaz stop actin like bitches [X] bitches stop actin like niggaz we can all clock figures [S] Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick [S] They all on my dick, FUCK THAT SHIT! [X] When y'all bitches stop actin like niggaz [X] niggaz stop actin like bitches we can all get riches [S] Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick [S] FUCK THAT SHIT! We can all get rich! [Snoop Dogg] Doggy Dogg is bout to blow up All.. these Snoop Dogg haters need to slow up, sho' nuff Know what? X, the game is gettin sewn up but I'm speedin 'em up and leavin 'em I'm buckin 'em til they bleedin bruh Hold up, FUCK THAT, you tryin to get swoll up by the mic controller, clip reloader Frozen exposure, condos of a composer Sick like a bowl-of, a bowl of deez nuts Fuck him up, cross him out, then toss him out With the stamp on his head, nigga Dogghouse Nigga I'm universal crackin Down South (ya heard?) Poppin my collar with my dick in your girl's mouth, ha ha You act like you a dude you get smashed on Full out my bitches with your fucked up attitude Nappy-head hoes, worse than bitch niggaz I treat 'em all the same, bitch check yo' game! [Chorus] [Xzibit] With the flick of a wrist, send you deep into the abyss I don't pop Cryst', but will pop a nigga with this Made my way to the top of the list, raised your fifth Anything to keep it movin make it harder to hit We survive when you thought we was finished and done Lookin over my cold shoulder is Attila the Hun The gatling gun, guillotine, Don King's American Dream Since sixteen, shoulda been a marine Makin the whole scene collapse, millenium raps Why fight for scraps, relax and take the whole plate witcha The penny pitcher with a whole lot of come and get ya You gettin my picture or do I have to let 'em hit ya? HUAHH! Feel the adrenaline rush whenever I bust Got eyes in back of my head The people the I trust is just like me Full of spite with very large appetites I'm too complex to break down in black and white [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] (AH-AHHH!) Niggaz, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, ahhh Yes.. X to the Z, D-O-double-to-the-motherfuckin- G, OOOH-WEE! Ahh.. this shit funky right here my nigga Yeah, +Open Bar+ nigga, we gettin fucked up Three four in the morning, ain't no time limits Huh huh, you ain't tryin to hotbox with us nigga Roll some X, y'know! Ahh.. niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, it's all the same though |
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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)
[i] I want to ask you, what is more important to you guys? All the money that you guys are talkin about? Or the artform? or, what is more important? the lyrics? Or the leather sized stuff? [x] I think, what we tryin to do is device a way that the Artform and the money is like on a equal level. You know what I mean, that, that like he said, is a fine Line where gotta pleas the crowd or pleas the artists That are listenin to you. and pleas the real hip-hop Underground people that, that, that is looking for that You know, that real shit. its only a certain way that That you can go up and doin it Xzibit keep it on deck Live, vinyl, cd or cassette Whatever you select I keep you bouncin like a bad cheque See I should have a trigger tattooed on my neck To represent the heat that I Now you can take the highs out of the beat But never take the rucked out of the rhyme Or tribalize, look into the eyes of the emotional Your whole style is promotional A dead giveaway to me is just another business day Xzibit here to stay My life, a tribute to the a.k, You wanna play A situation only one man can walk away from The same way he came When I spit flame, it spits flames like your middlename So why do I say fuck the fame Because it come and go The industrys a pet without refused to be that gigolo I put the dope in, got fos and tatoos Niggas make ya money But let the money make you We make, make money, money Takes money to survive The meanin of life with statted chips is stay alive Cause its all about the c-notes Gonna be fuckin when youre rollin this too Dont let the money mak |
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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 - X (2001)
[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 - 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 [Explicit Version] (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 [Clean Version] (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 - 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 - 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 - 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 XXX2 : The Next Level (트리플엑스 2 : 넥스트 레벨) [ost] (2005)
[Intro: Xzibit] (Jonathan Davis)
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, let's go (Fight the power Fight the power Fight the power You gotta fight the powers that be) Let me hear you say (Fight the power Fight the power Fight the power You gotta fight the powers that be) [Jonathan Davis] (Xzibit) {Both} 1989 the number another summer (Get down) Sound of the fucking drummer Music hitting your heart cause I know you got soul (Brothers and sisters) Listen if you're missing y'all Swinging while I'm singing Giving whatcha getting Knowing what I know While the whole bands sweating {And the rhythm rhymes rolling} Got to give us what we want (Ho) Gotta give us what we need (Yeah) Our freedom of speech is freedom our death We got to fight the powers that be [Chorus: Jonathan Davis] (Xzibit) (Let me hear you say) Fight the power Fight the power Fight the power You gotta fight the powers that be (Let me hear you say) Fight the power Fight the power Fight the power You gotta fight the powers that be [Xzibit] (Jonathan Davis) As the rhythm designed to bounce What counts is that the rhyme Designed to fill your mind Now that you've realized the prides arrived We got to pump the stuff to make us tough from the heart It's a start A work of art To revolutionize make a change nothing's strange People, people we are the same No we're not the same Cause we don't know the game What we need is awareness We can't get careless You say what is this? (What is this) My beloved lets get down to business Mental self defensive fitness Bum rush the show You gotta go for what you know, yeah And make everybody see In order to fight the powers that be [Chorus] [Jonathan Davis] Elvis was a hero to most But he never meant shit to me you see Straight up racist that sucker was Simple and plain [Xzibit] Motherfuck him and John Wayne Cause I'm black and I'm proud And I'm ready, I'm hyped plus I'm amped Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps [Jonathan Davis] (Xzibit) Take a look back and you'll look and you'll find Rednecks for 400 years if you check (Man Fuck Tha Police) Was a number one jam (Yeah) But soon as I say it they can slap me right here, fuck it [Xzibit] (Jonathan Davis) {Both} Let's get this party started right (Right on, come on) What we got to say (Hey) Power to the people no delay (Yeah) And make everybody see In order to {fight the powers that be} [Chorus] x2 |
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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 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 - Restless (2000)
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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from Who's The Man In The Master Plan [Clean Version] (2002)
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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from Xzibit - Restless (2003)
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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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 Xzibit - Restless (2003)
[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 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 - 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 [Explicit Version] (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 [Clean Version] (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)
[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 [Explicit Version] (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 [Clean Version] (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 - Hey Now (Mean Muggin) (Clean) (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 - Hey Now (Mean Muggin) (Xplicit) (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)
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 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 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 baby run up on ya hittin corners Phantom platinum grill come on X be the life of the party don't be scared girl reach out and touch somebody Can you feel the speakers jumpin other cats surroundin' but they won't say nothin Muggin in the club like they wanna do somethin feelin kinda rowdy huh Hey Now Hey Now All the girls mean muggin cuz they musta seen what a girl pulled up in In the club like they wanna do somthin feelin kinda rowdy huh Hey Now Hey Now 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 Wanna ride out to a island 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 wanna ride up on you on 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 Can you feel the speakers jumpin other cats surroundin' but they won't say nothin Muggin in the club like they wanna do somethin feelin kinda rowdy huh Hey Now Hey Now All the girls mean muggin cuz they musta seen what a girl pulled up in In the club like they wanna do somthin feelin kinda rowdy huh Hey Now Hey Now 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 I wanna talk a little pick ya brain wanna see you in somethin little walk around the plane I got a lot to gain getting my record off the ground my David Blaine So now what you know bout me '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 now I'm like swingin a bat right at yo kneecaps for comin out ya face like that baby girl touchin my chain now let me tell you who I ain't you can't run no games A gangsta baby Can you feel the speakers jumpin other cats surroundin' but they won't say nothin Muggin in the club like they wanna do somethin feelin kinda rowdy huh Hey Now Hey Now All the girls mean muggin cuz they musta seen what a girl pulled up in In the club like they wanna do somthin feelin kinda rowdy huh Hey Now Hey Now Can you feel the speakers jumpin feelin kinda rowdy huh Hey Now Hey Now All the girls mean muggin feelin kinda rowdy huh Hey Now Hey Now Can you feel the speakers jumpin other cats surroundin' but they won't say nothin Muggin in the club like they wanna do somethin feelin kinda rowdy huh Hey Now Hey Now All the girls mean muggin cuz they musta seen what a girl pulled up in In the club like they wanna do somthin feelin kinda rowdy huh Hey Now Hey Now |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction [Clean Version] (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)
[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 - 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 - 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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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 - Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
(Ohhhh, yeah yeah yeah yeah) [Chorus: singers] You can turn your back and then walk away (You can turn your back and then walk away) Soon be comin the judgement day (Ahh, soon there be comin the judgement day) [Xzibit - starts over Chorus] Yes, uhh, breathe with me C'mon.. listen, yo I know you're fed up, feel like you can't get up Have faith, stay strong, keep your head up Yo, it only gets worse; we in a world where your status and your bank account determine your worth There's no time to rehearse, the clock been tickin cause we all started dyin at birth, I speak the truth and it hurts It felt like I was dyin of thirst 'til I was blessed with my voice, I move mountains with verse The worst thing you ever seen in your life, "The Passion of Christ" Pregnant chicks buyin rock, hittin the pipe It ain't like I ain't tried to tell ya; misery love company Keepin the wrong company brings failure Cause people use people like paraphenalia With a scam, with a scheme, with a dream to sell ya But I ain't got nothin but love for all my soldiers and thugs To all of my women, we gotta keep livin, c'mon [Chorus: singers] You can turn your back and then walk away (Ohh, don't turn your back and then walk away y'all) Soon be comin the judgement day (Soon there be comin judgement day) [Xzibit - starts over Chorus] Yeah! C'mon Mr. X to the Z had to raise the stakes Had to touch my people like T.D. Jakes On the ground like a nigga flippin crumbs to cake I won't stop like an eighteen wheeler with no brakes Bein dipped in her-on so each CD's weight Niggaz be fake, they speak what they can't create (create) You won't, see me break, I'm built for a tough frame One-eighty-five and I'm still on huff I was only 15, tryin to pass that rock Never got caught, just sat down, collected my thoughts This is bullshit, I ain't got a plane or a boat I'm just another nigga sellin some coke, y'know? Had to grab life right by the throat, murder I wrote My callin for ballin wasn't pedalin dope It was oversea convoys, bangin out cuts No police or government agency lockin me up, so what? [Chorus: singers] You can turn your back and then walk away (You can turn your back and then walk away) Soon be comin the judgement day (SOOOOON there'll be a-comin a judgement day) [Xzibit] C'mon.. What do you believe in? I believe in karma And that fo'-five to drop that drama Can't wait for the time when I meet my maker Picture everlasting life in Jamaica, time to wake up Watch your thoughts, your thoughts become words Your words become actions when the bullshit happens Keep laughin, that's when the gauge start clackin Feel the buckshots smackin have your body mismatchin Yo, I feel the devil tryin to force my hand Steady bringin out the soldier in a peaceful man See I was born to be all that I can, without a Uncle named Sam As you can see we just a part of his plan Cause first there was a war on blacks And then there was a war on crack, now it's war in Iraq, c'mon I never give up, I only give back I ain't preachin I'm just statin the facts So let the choir SING! [Chorus: singers] You can turn your back and then walk away (You can turn your back and then walk away) Soon be comin the judgement day (Owwwww, soon there'll be comin the judgement day) |
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from Xzibit - Weapons of Mass Destruction [Clean Version] (2004)
(Ohhhh, yeah yeah yeah yeah) [Chorus: singers] You can turn your back and then walk away (You can turn your back and then walk away) Soon be comin the judgement day (Ahh, soon there be comin the judgement day) [Xzibit - starts over Chorus] Yes, uhh, breathe with me C'mon.. listen, yo I know you're fed up, feel like you can't get up Have faith, stay strong, keep your head up Yo, it only gets worse; we in a world where your status and your bank account determine your worth There's no time to rehearse, the clock been tickin cause we all started dyin at birth, I speak the truth and it hurts It felt like I was dyin of thirst 'til I was blessed with my voice, I move mountains with verse The worst thing you ever seen in your life, "The Passion of Christ" Pregnant chicks buyin rock, hittin the pipe It ain't like I ain't tried to tell ya; misery love company Keepin the wrong company brings failure Cause people use people like paraphenalia With a scam, with a scheme, with a dream to sell ya But I ain't got nothin but love for all my soldiers and thugs To all of my women, we gotta keep livin, c'mon [Chorus: singers] You can turn your back and then walk away (Ohh, don't turn your back and then walk away y'all) Soon be comin the judgement day (Soon there be comin judgement day) [Xzibit - starts over Chorus] Yeah! C'mon Mr. X to the Z had to raise the stakes Had to touch my people like T.D. Jakes On the ground like a nigga flippin crumbs to cake I won't stop like an eighteen wheeler with no brakes Bein dipped in her-on so each CD's weight Niggaz be fake, they speak what they can't create (create) You won't, see me break, I'm built for a tough frame One-eighty-five and I'm still on huff I was only 15, tryin to pass that rock Never got caught, just sat down, collected my thoughts This is bullshit, I ain't got a plane or a boat I'm just another nigga sellin some coke, y'know? Had to grab life right by the throat, murder I wrote My callin for ballin wasn't pedalin dope It was oversea convoys, bangin out cuts No police or government agency lockin me up, so what? [Chorus: singers] You can turn your back and then walk away (You can turn your back and then walk away) Soon be comin the judgement day (SOOOOON there'll be a-comin a judgement day) [Xzibit] C'mon.. What do you believe in? I believe in karma And that fo'-five to drop that drama Can't wait for the time when I meet my maker Picture everlasting life in Jamaica, time to wake up Watch your thoughts, your thoughts become words Your words become actions when the bullshit happens Keep laughin, that's when the gauge start clackin Feel the buckshots smackin have your body mismatchin Yo, I feel the devil tryin to force my hand Steady bringin out the soldier in a peaceful man See I was born to be all that I can, without a Uncle named Sam As you can see we just a part of his plan Cause first there was a war on blacks And then there was a war on crack, now it's war in Iraq, c'mon I never give up, I only give back I ain't preachin I'm just statin the facts So let the choir SING! [Chorus: singers] You can turn your back and then walk away (You can turn your back and then walk away) Soon be comin the judgement day (Owwwww, soon there'll be comin the judgement day) |
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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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