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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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| 2. |
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Yeahhh!
<i>[Intro: Jelly Roll]</i> See I was trippin through the city with a big ol' - PISTOL Trickin off these niggaz in the Raaaange - RENTAL I was smokin drinkin end up kind of tipsy Lookin through my rearview they followin me I wonder why the fuck are they followin me I seem them niggaz creepin two cars behind me (hmm) You'll never catch me slippin just me and my - PIECE You must be smokin if you think I'ma call the - POLICE <i>[Xzibit]</i> I'm a beast, still got a crease Still got my Converse thumpin down the concrete YEAHHHHHHH, black and blue Bugati This is Strong Arm robbery, you can't deny me My garage a mirage a collage of chrome I look alive with the nine when I leave my home Been on tour in Japan, been relaxed in Rome This is grown man business, recognize the tone If I don't recognize the number won't answer my phone Rockin every area code still stay in my zone I don't play no fuckin games now bitch I'm grown Now I crack your fuckin neck to the shit I'm on Yeah! <i>[Chorus: Xzibit]</i> Six-four, chromed out, ragtop ROLLIN Get your weight up, cause X can't stop ROLLIN Niggaz thought it was over but X came back ROLLIN I got my own sack to roll so I'm ROLLIN <i>[Xzibit]</i> YEAH, my release, bang through the streets We hang like orangutangs, mangle the beast Niggaz hatin, gravitatin to the lies that they tell My reality takin over where that fiction fail What the hell, might as well show the cards I'm holdin Sweet taste, aeromatic, backwood ROLLIN Got the Range Rover supercharged, complete with the strut kit My chain hang to my dang-a-lang, what the fuck bitch? Boomerang my change, I rearrange some thangs My slang click bang and expose they brains Then I pray, our father who art in heaven Got people jumpin out the buildin like 9/11 Malcolm X to the X landin on them like Plymouth Rock (Yeah!) You get knocked out, get socked in your fuckin mouth Now e'rybody know the business, you want it come get it (c'mon) But if you ROLLIN throw it up, let me know that you with it <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> <i>[Xzibit]</i> YEAH, I repeat, my name over beats I binge on the finer things you cringe in defeat Escalation, elevation to another plateau Sometimes it take a few steps back to mentally grow Here we go, what you know, campaign in motion Straight West coast and West worldwide ROLLIN Got that Aston Martin DV9 equipped with a stash box In case I ever find myself alone in a tight spot Strip down my frame, repave my lane Insane with my ink pen, Citizen Kane Don't complain when the chamber slide back and bang Make it taste like shit when you sayin my name It's the Golden State heavyweight, holdin the belt Cause I'm a one man army I don't need no help This is a - PISTOL, I use to protect myself Careful these hammerhead hollow points is bad for your health My nia <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> <i>[Intro - echoes at the end]</i> |
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(Chorus - Xzibit)
I'm the police, I'm the police I'm the police, I'm the police (Verse 1 - Xzibit) I love my f**king rob, and I don't want to stop Ever since I was a child, I wanted to be a cop You know protect and serve, a couple traffic stops I make a bust, and take something out the top A thin blue line, we run these streets You bang on them, but never bang on me I cell search, stepping on pillows and sheets I'm the police, treat a nigga just like fresh meat I got a short wick, on some New York shit Take you to the precinct and f**k you with a broomstick I patrol your hood, put you on my hood Leave you in the wrong hood, got it understood PC 647b, that's a prostitute, plus she kind of cute She don't want to jail, well bitch I'll tell you what Get on your muthaf**kin' knees, suck my partner up (Chorus) I'm the police, I'm the police I'm the police, I'm the police (Verse 2 - Xzibit) You know a couple of muthaf**kas was giving us grief Pulled a couple strings, dodge the media beef Ever since them niggaz in black said "F**k the police" I been grinding on the back of my teeth, loading my piece Waiting for some, get back like it or not We investigated the shots, that killed Biggie and Pac Ever wonder why nobody ever figured it out Cause we the ones that got to figure it out I shout freeze at the top of my lungs I'm the cream of the crop You don't stop you get popped by my warning shots And if you try to come back, with a civil suit I sit back and watch my system take a shit on you (Bridge) Order in the court, Order in the court That muthaf**ka shot me, case dismissed Ha Ha Ha Ha, police I'm the police (Verse 3 - Xzibit) You see this f**kin' badge, you see these f**kin' lights I'm in your neighborhood rolling on you every night You faggots run and duck, look at you scared as f**k You see me coming in your mirror niggaz straighten up Turn that hat around, I'm here to take you down Hey partner look at these weapons and this coke I found I'm going to let it slide, show you who you can trust And if you want to keep selling, nigga you sell for us Make you a 1030, I'll get you hands dirty Murder for hire, professional liar I plan to make police chief and then retire I remember when you set your own hood on fire I reinforce the freeways, to bring the tanks So the next time y'all trip, f**k bloods and crips Cause we the biggest gang in L.A. Ramp Part, f**k with us, get blown away (Chorus) I'm the police, I'm the police I'm the police, I'm the police |
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Bitch ass nigga was talkin' all this shit right?
I'm like damn, you bitch ass nigga I should sock you in your motherfuckin' mouth Talkin' all this shit about my homie So I chirped him (chirp-chirp) Hey 'cause, this nigga talkin' all this shit right? Boom, the homie came up and was like "Nigga say that shit in my motherfuckin' face" Popped him dead in his motherfuckin' mouth nigga Niggaz be talkin' all this shit The only thing I wanna know is, look [Chorus] See when the drama pop off, then pardon me, it ain't my fault My back was up against the wall, thanks to y'all (Niggas talkin' like bitches) You need to say it to my face if you got somethin' to say bout me Cause that's the way it's supposed to be, but you ain't no G (Niggas talkin' like bitches) Wishin' you could be like me Sometime men got some more than women You do too good in Cali the prey start to turn to venom You can't walk in these shoes nigga, you can't fit 'em I'm bout five seconds away from the "let's go get him" So nigga (say it to my face) if you're feelin' like King Kong Mysery love company, I guess I'm a leave y'all Until that day, you wanna tuck them nuts And try to hit my switches and get your frame fucked up You gotta (say it to my face), I'm right here with a 12-gauge You talkin' to a man that plan on dyin' of old age Until that day, I crush everything in my way And give a fuck about what y'all say [Chorus] Too much of anything makes you a addict Wantin' contact with another man makes you a faggot Patience is virtue, don't make me hurt you I came full circle, about-face reversal Salute the general, make yourself presentable Analytical, every move made political (Say it to my face) and wake up in a hospital Huh, gutter never takin' me under Fuckin' nerve of you motherfuckers Thinkin' I was slippin', I was servin' you motherfuckers X went off the deep end, I'm determined you motherfuckers So watch how you speakin' Cause I'm listenin' closely for any pussy approachin' me [Chorus] Nigga, you better come with the Taliban Never been a slave or afraid of another man X move like the brutal force of an avalanche It ain't my fault you smoked off your chance See motherfuckers envy what they cannot be Mr. X to the Z, H.N.I.C. Shh, half assed niggaz gon' shit on me If they sentence me to five I'll be out in three You'll be deep in the dirt for the bugs to eat Tucked in for eternity, time to sleep Til' that day, I'll crush everything in my way And give a fuck about what y'all say See when the drama pop off, then pardon me, it ain't my fault My back was up against the wall, thanks to y'all (Niggas talkin' like bitches) You need to say it to my face if you got somethin' to say bout me Cause that's the way it's supposed to be, but you ain't no G (Niggas talkin' like bitches) Wishin' you could be like me (Niggas talkin' like bitches) All that yackin' don't do shit Dogg Pound homie, the homie Xzibit Kurupt Young Gotti, Bigg Snoop, we here Daz Dillinger, nickels and nines homie Look back, |
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| 7. |
| 3:50 |
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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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| 4:38 |
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<i>[Daz Dillinger + (T-Pain)]</i>
Yeah, help for the helpless! Big money, big cars.. big weed! <i>[T-Pain adlibs]</i> Y'all know what time it is! But you better stack that money! (Awww shit! Ha ha ha ha...) For baaaiiilll.... <i>[Chorus 2X: T-Pain]</i> I'm on bail, got that weight for sale Strawberries and blueberries all on a nigga's tail I'm on bail, bet not 'nare nigga tell... bet not 'nare nigga tell Yeah! <i>[Daz Dillinger]</i> I'm on a two million dollar bail Caught with the product that them young niggaz sell I'm fresh outta cells, twelve hours later.. my clientele hit my pager The situation gettin thick, Dat Nigga Daz is major! I live the life of a gangster, I rob gangsters Ten years up on the table, I deny that flavor She a fighter to the fullest, if I lose I catch a bullet (bullet) Can't tell a nigga nuttin when he starvin and losin Now I'm back up on the street, completely correctly You disrespect me, it's the same that's it's gon' be Automatics get tragic when you let niggaz have it Then I'm caught back up like before, I gotta stack my cabbage Monday morning, 8:30 right back in court Couple of homeboys, my momma give me full support Raised up filthy but the Lord be with me Like an addict, it's the verdict and the jury, "NOT GUILTY!!!" <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Xzibit]</i> They used to have me on that paperwork 'cause I used make my paper.. work, lifestyle covered with dirt See I was first on my block with .40 caliber glocks Similarities to my uncut, they ready to rock (ready to rock) 'Cause everybody wanna ball, nobody wanna get caught Only the pros and the cons get to stack these knots Motherfuckers want that Benz with the millions by the karats When they fencing all day, they start talkin like a parrot Information they sharing so be cautious where ya walk Never pillow talk behind closed doors in the dark It might creep back and bite you, indict you, convict you to a five by nine for a very long time Fuck droppin dimes, niggaz is droppin whole hundreds So the hood's gettin skinny and the one-times love it If I don't go get it, then the next nigga will So I kill at will with my gauge in them killin fields Yeah! <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[The Game]</i> Yo X, tell my momma to put the house up, wait, the house cost too much Tell her to get a hundred grand out the Porsche truck It's just like a house 'cause I take a bath in it Get ass in it and I gotta stash in it Smoke hash in it, blueberry chocolate tah Smokin chronic make me see shit, like 2Pac alive Bandana knotted in the front like 2Pac alive Walkin out the courthouse spittin on the camera guy I bang (Thug Life), but this ain't Death Row This some gangster shit for my niggaz down on death row Exhibit A - watch how I let the tec go And Exhibit B - burn the rubber on the West coast <i>[Chorus - 2X]</i> <i>[Xzibit (laughing)]</i> Y'all know y'all miss that shit |
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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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| 4:21 |
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<i>[Xzibit]</i>
Big bad insane Strong Arm Steady gang Way beyond the days of rockin them stupid rapper chains Comin through clear the lane, send a bullet through your brain Number one with a bullet - faster than the bullet train Pop it if you pull it mayne, hang with orangutans I live for my soldiers, ask them, they gon' say the same My gauge rings your bells like the Hunchback of Notre Dame Ain't even gotta say it, you motherfuckers know the name Legendary classic, niggaz be punk pussy and plastic Wastin the time and the minds of the masses (yeah!) But look how strong we are, man I'm a motherfuckin star Every week I cop a house and a car The mini-mansion off in Vegas with the vanquish That's where I mastermind my situations, determination and patience We don't speak the same language (no) I got a translator spittin 25 times, see your bitch ass later, C'MON! <i>[Chorus: Xzibit]</i> That nigga X to the Z, that boy is somethin to see, cause he a G I got the whole world waitin on me! I'm about that grind so motherfucker don't waste my time I got the whole world waitin on me! If you ready to ride, c'mon, get in my ride and let's slide I got the whole world waitin on me! ... Yeah! I got the whole world waitin on me! <i>[Xzibit]</i> Niggaz screamin they the shit but that shit ain't real I don't need to be the shit cause shit roll downhill I'm escalatin aggressively, millions built up in equity Corporations invest in me, bangin shit 'til the death of me (YEAH!) Cooked coke recipe, money come back so thick My kid's kids couldn't spend this shit Get a grip, pop a clip, chop down that brick No amount of fame gon' change this gangsta spit Quick to roll out the backwood (yeah) smoke out your buildin We soldiers devoted dressed down like civilians Niggaz wanna kill me because I make millions (that's weak!) That's weak like gangstas that hide behind children (hahaha, yeah!) Novocain the game, no shame No feelings, no names, no numbers, naw bitch You can't hang with us (no!) Ashes to ashes and you cain't bust You so popcorn and fake industrious, YEAH! <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Xzibit]</i> Yeah... yeah, whattup Key? I'm liftin plates you'll never find in the weight room So stay tuned my platoon finna touch down soon Cancun to St. Thomas, St. Thomas to the Bahamas Most niggaz ain't really honest so I'm watchin my step I'm the hardest cold-hearted artist, the coast is clear Dubai, Australia to Africa, this is the year! Let the alcohol you sippin saturate in yo' system I be swimmin through these women, man, fuck 'em and flip 'em I know you hopin I would fall to the side, or go to Way Side It ain't a motherfucker alive to come and take mine (no!) Don't procrastinate, don't waste time Never faced time, Houdini with crime, traffic over state lines Military minded, stickin to the base lines Intellectually brighter than California sunshine Yeah, I got my bars up, go pull my cars up (yeah) I love my struggle, never cover my scars up (c'mon) Nigga <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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| 4:15 |
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<i>[Chorus]</i>
In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' They know we be poppin' off <i>[Xzibit]</i> Uh-uh, I know you gettin' high cause you keep on starin' and your eyes don't lie That shit you wearin' and your friends keep darin' There's enough to go around and they don't mind sharin' Get between your thighs, make ya exercise You ain't gotta waste no time with no 'fuck me' eyes I'm like all day long up in ya Take a break, make a drink, roll the 'wood, let the games continue Uh, (you make me so hot) - you better than the rest of them bitches I'll bang your back out in every position I never listen to the shit niggaz say How you're easy to spread, like to pop pills and fuck all day But baby that's alright with me If you thinkin' long-term, bitch that's what it ain't gon' be So just shake what your mamma gave ya And I'ma give you what your dad gave your mom to make ya <i>[Chorus]</i> In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' They know we be poppin' off <i>[DJ Quik]</i> Now riddle me this... Whenever I hit her hard in the middle she piss Do I take that as normal and watch her play with her tits? I'm confused, I feel so used - and I got the dick Now what am I doin' here? She tell me she wants to keep the condom as a souvenir And that's kinda weird to me I guess this ol' fuck session ain't what it appear to be Because the concierge has just brought the bill to me I go 200 miles per hour on a street bike And 9-0 beats per minute on a sweet mic Whenever I get with bitches I lose a little somethin' Sperm by the zones, we keep it hot and goin' Xzibit we got it flowin', don't even approach us, you only get roaches How you gon' smoke with us nigga when you can't even focus Cause we don't break bread with bitches, we take head from bitches Cause niggaz be gettin' dead from bitches for bein' <i>[Chorus]</i> In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' They know we be poppin' off <i>[King Tee]</i> This big black baracuda type nigga Last of the old coupe pack type niggaz Last of the honcho and Flint type niggaz Big Tweet, Big Pete, pimp type figgas It's like a jungle and I'm King Tee the tyrant Demandin' all bitches stay silent - fuck snitchin' I'm the violent - pilot for your child hall riot Where niggaz pull swords like pirates Hoes get i-rit, I mean irate Tee-la let a bitch eat, put some dick on her plate You better get yo' ass some muscle and go hustle Get up on the grind, stop fuckin' with mine For the umpteenth time, I'm a baller by nature Schooled by the best, fuck a hater Never lay low, let 'em know, out of mind, out of sight But for damn sure you'll catch me with the homies tonight We just - <i>[Chorus]</i> In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes fuckin' They know we be poppin' off |
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(Chorus)
In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes f**kin' They know we be poppin' off (Xzibit) Uh-uh, I know you gettin' high cause you keep on starin' and your eyes don't lie That shit you wearin' and your friends keep darin' There's enough to go around and they don't mind sharin' Get between your thighs, make ya exercise You ain't gotta waste no time with no 'f**k me' eyes I'm like all day long up in ya Take a break, make a drink, roll the 'wood, let the games continue Uh, (you make me so hot) - you better than the rest of them bitches I'll bang your back out in every position I never listen to the shit niggaz say How you're easy to spread, like to pop pills and f**k all day But baby that's alright with me If you thinkin' long-term, bitch that's what it ain't gon' be So just shake what your mamma gave ya And I'ma give you what your dad gave your mom to make ya (Chorus) In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes f**kin' They know we be poppin' off (DJ Quik) Now riddle me this... Whenever I hit her hard in the middle she piss Do I take that as normal and watch her play with her tits? I'm confused, I feel so used - and I got the dick Now what am I doin' here? She tell me she wants to keep the condom as a souvenir And that's kinda weird to me I guess this ol' f**k session ain't what it appear to be Because the concierge has just brought the bill to me I go 200 miles per hour on a street bike And 9-0 beats per minute on a sweet mic Whenever I get with bitches I lose a little somethin' Sperm by the zones, we keep it hot and goin' Xzibit we got it flowin', don't even approach us, you only get roaches How you gon' smoke with us nigga when you can't even focus Cause we don't break bread with bitches, we take head from bitches Cause niggaz be gettin' dead from bitches for bein' (Chorus) In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes f**kin' They know we be poppin' off (King Tee) This big black baracuda type nigga Last of the old coupe pack type niggaz Last of the honcho and Flint type niggaz Big Tweet, Big Pete, pimp type figgas It's like a jungle and I'm King Tee the tyrant Demandin' all bitches stay silent - f**k snitchin' I'm the violent - pilot for your child hall riot Where niggaz pull swords like pirates Hoes get i-rit, I mean irate Tee-la let a bitch eat, put some dick on her plate You better get yo' ass some muscle and go hustle Get up on the grind, stop f**kin' with mine For the umpteenth time, I'm a baller by nature Schooled by the best, f**k a hater Never lay low, let 'em know, out of mind, out of sight But for damn sure you'll catch me with the homies tonight We just - (Chorus) In the club drinkin' with all my homies And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me It ain't hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin' She'll tell you we poppin' off Ain't nothin' when X shit jumpin', to get the hoes f**kin' They know we be poppin' off |
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Yo, listen, huh
[Chorus:] I just wanna thank you, for bein' around And patiently waitin' and holdin' me down It's easy to see, for Mr. X to the Z That without no you, there could be no me I just wanna thank you, for bein' a fan And watchin' me grow from a boy to a man It's easy to see, for Mr. X to the Z That without no you, there could be no me You 'bout to hear some words, that you ain't probably heard With all of these rappers pullin' triggers and flippin' birds I know it sound absurd, cause they don't tell the truth They prostitutes, fuckin' contaminate the youth But yet I'm guilty of, the things I said above No matter my faults still continue to show me love Naw I ain't perfect man, but yet I stay the same I play chess not checkers but this is not a game And this is not a song, and this is not a verse It's not conceived, or simulated or been rehearsed Spent the first half of my life, thinkin' that I was cursed Could have been hit with a hollow, follow behind my hearse That wasn't meant for me, I spent a decade Makin' it what it's supposed to be, hopefully brought you close to me All these people approaching me, don't even know the half I could be facin' life but X is signin' autographs, damn [Chorus] My son's 11 now, I got to see him grow Makin' his free throws, the way he laughin' at the show Yo he remind me of me, when I was ridin' bikes He gonna' be taller than me, he got my mother's height But yo you know the difference, between me and them others They say you buggin' when I call you my sisters and brothers I coulda' missed it all, I coulda' dropped the ball Mind of Metallica, motherf*** 'em and "kill 'em all" I used to hustle raw, I used to run the streets I used to hustle heats, I grinded all my beef Most of my homies is gone, restin' in peace Some'll never see release from custody of police, but me But nah my little dude get to go to private school And I can do the things my father couldn't afford to do That's what it's 'sposed to do, this is from me to you Support from you and yours, thank you for gettin' me through, true [Chorus] We buried Proof today, it really broke me up To see my brother in that casket, man what the fuck? Media made me angry, I had to soak it up The future is fragile never promised to none of us Hittin' so close to home, but what I focused on Is how he lived, the lives he touched, the cornerstone We never walk alone, although sometime it seems That nightmares go hand in hand with livin' out dreams So let me take this time, from my struggle my grind To let you know that I appreciate you by my side It's been a long ride, a lot of long nights A lot of long flights, worth every sacrifice A soldier of fortune fearless fightin' the good fight I never had a plan be, I never lost sight That's why I hit the stage, that's why I kill the mic It's for my fans that's ridin' with Xzibit for life, right [Chorus] Thank you, for lettin' me breathe For lettin me be who I am, huh, yeah, huh Two little words, y'all never get to hear enough Knahmsayin? Yeah that, hehe Yes.. the return Uh-huh.. breathe |
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