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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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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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And so it was written, and after all these things, I saw another angel come down from heaven Having great power and the eath was lighted with his glory And he cried mightily with the strong voice saying "Babylon the great has fallen, it's fallen and has become the habitation of devils and the home to every fowl spirit and a cage of very unclean and hateful men" What you see is what you get now Xzibit never wait around for kick downs, get my own shit, blowe Shot heard around the world Uplift, bench press, arm curl, keep the structure of the temple To make things simple my existance is to ripple through time Only concern is what is mine, divine, never monkey shine walkin' down the very thin line, holdin' wait, runnin' crazy in the streets, yeah Plus the company I keep work in overtime while you oversleep don't wanna see none of this evil I speak Around on the atlas, cume la matra, the super actress You all get close-lined and pinned the mattress All day, every day, every which way Who said to can't have your take, you need a tune (fuck you) This is a hard time on planet earth for what it's worth Xzibit stand station without reabilitation like this Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters, gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it moving What you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wow Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone and no matter where I roam I feel right at home What you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wow Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone and no matter where I roam I feel right at home And that's the real shit You got more than you bargained for Hit the floor I pull a fast one to let you know that today could be your last one, black, take your breath like an asthma attack Just a slave like Flava Flav, you're blind to the fact Mr. X to the Z the Liks and King T guranteed to bring the house down naturally Niggas knowin' no limits lime Master P makin' you motherfuckin' bastards see, what, a whole different breed of MC Realize it's you against me, catch a three-hundred and sixty degree roundhouse to the mouth right and like the sun, make the hot shit shine bright I feelin' like my whole life is a green light never turn red 'cause I strike like a rattle-snake, lock like a dread Niggas wanna bump heads but they better off dead Came crashin' through the door like the Feds, bring it What you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wow Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone and no matter where I roam I feel right at home What you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wow Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone and no matter where I roam I feel right at home And that's the real shit And yeah, everybody start to rush Swingin' through is your friendly neighborhood lush I crack your bottle than watch how Xzibit bust I regulate like a killer with a nickel plate Uh set it straight and start to shakin' you down, breakin' new ground, construction work heavy artilary, put your dick in the dirt Stay alert, the game is rough so you might get hurt Slug burnt through your jacket, through your sweater, through your shirt Get cut from th belly up I burnt the chain fast lane, suck my sugar cane I'm tryin' to spart that niggas brain while you entertain trivial things, material things, protected by the underground kings who rule the land with an iron fist The "Men In Black", if we flash can't remember shit You cross me, I'll make you pay like the government, I wanna kill Sam 'cause my package came short 12 grames, get the picture Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters, gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it moving What you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wow Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone and no matter where I roam I feel right at home, yeah, yeah What you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wow Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone and no matter where I roam I feel right at home What you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wow Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone and no matter where I roam I feel right at home, yeah, yeah What you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wow Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone and no matter where I roam I feel right at home |
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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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Intro: Interviewer: If you saw you walking on a street and a black man were comin' torward you what would you be feeling? Scared man: Just one single black man? (yeah) I really don't fear that You know but if it's a group I'm talking from age thirt even thirteen even younger than thirteen. Yes I will walk across the street. Interviewer: Well let me ask you this... Hook: "I don't want niggas soundin' like me" -Ghostface Killah on 'Shark Niggas (Biters)' "I don't want niggas soundin' like me knowhatI'msayin'?" (x2) Xzibit: Yo we gettiin' restless me and D.O.G.s Never pretendin' rather we sendin' a very clear message Either you with me or against me punk hit 'em up Provide housin' for these shrimp from the shells we dump I'm makin' 'em bounce other niggas fail to bump Til we takin' advantage of inflicting irreversable damage It's the long awaited anticipated Likwit MC Bombin' first cause I feel it's better to give then receive You better believe Xzibit stays savage above the average When niggas try to switch turn bitch for the cabbage But see all that irrelevant it's like tryin' to turn a whore celibate I dance with the devil for the hell of it Burning down your lavish lanndscape on digital tape Cause everything you rhymin' about is actually fake So make room for the legitamate nasty inconsiderate Thinkin' you rankin' top dollar but really counterfeit Hook Montageone: Niggas we null and void I get swole like a keyloid To overload your system with rhymes for millenniums To shut down artists with beats the deep closure Battlin' top rank for bank and exposure So open up your door to me Cause if it's closed I'm a brakin' in with some pantyhose Over the mic So you don't know who I sound like Executing those who record and bite to sound tight It's not permitted by the right The Gustopo surprising these niggas like Benny Blanco Remember me man? You thought I was a fan till I threw you in the back of a van Yo these Drop Squad delegates rhymes are delicate I spit on the mic to get these MC's pussys wet For those with plans to clone me thee original It can't be done I'm digital (digital) Hook Xzibit: Yo who wanna come see the hard rock? The non stop green block yo whole block recieve speed knot You need not Get brave my bullets never graze They hit close to home seperating flesh from bone So better get off on your own bitch Rollin' chrome shit tryin't to own shit I was molded, after the best that the streets had to offer The author of my own destiny So I suggest you stop stressin' me I'll find out when I pull my nine out and blow your mind out Play a deadly game with no fouls and no time outs Inhale large amounts of dojah forever ready like a soldier I'm lock mode and shoot from the shoulder And burn down your lavish landscape digital tape Cause everything you rhyme about is actually fake So make room for the legitamate nasty inconsiderate Thinkin' you rankin' top dollar but really counterfeit Hook "I don't want niggas soundin' like me. On no album" |
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(Method Man)
It's the Meth in the house! Ha, yeah, break it down. (Xzibit) When it's all said in done, we gon' be on top Cause we don't stop, now, lock it down, hit the spot and clown; Niggas relyin on special effects While the khakis and chronic, got the bitches still breakin they neck Move the crowd without breakin a sweat Trend setter, with a Beretta, so keep it on deck Cause you never know when Xzibit gonna roll through the set Don't be scared, just be prepared and quiet as kept At a night club, talkin bout you don't go out And you tryin to got to school and make a certain amount But the last part, I just couldn't figure it out I guess its real hard to talk with a dick in your mouth Lightweight, like confetti, steadily tested by motherfuckers who ain't ready To deal with the legendary Soopafly, x-z, and bullett logo Shot callers, clear the whole block like we po-po Chorus: Method Man Round and round we go, it don't stop Till we all get dough, c'mon, make it hot Baby girl you da pussy pop, pussy pop Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop, pop! Lookin good with your stink-ass Type of ass make a nigga pull it over fast Make it hot, baby girl you da pussy pop, pussy pop Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop pop! (Jayo Felony) Well, you gotta pop the pussy, get rid of the next with a name on your gums It's the ?Bidulo Gang? bitch, we both want some You got titties and ass But I got a dick and some cash You ain't talkin bout shit Then I'ma smash, bitch On three, on me, bitch, you my property Daddy Jayo Felony, ain't nobody stoppin me And I said daddy, bitch thats what you gon' call me I ain't no simp or a wimp I'ma motherfuckin pimp Tear spots in my hoes, make they high-heels fall off You got me crunked the fuck-up, if you think I'm goin soft on ya; I'm hard on my hoes that's how it goes Bitch, get up off your toes, and get my six-four you got my name in ur mouth, so you might as well break bread And only Dulo niggas know, whats the head My name is Bullet Logo and this is my opinion I'm coming from SD, and Dulo is my religion Be-b-b-b- atch! Chorus (Xzibit) I don't wanna save 'em, pay 'em, or buy clothes All I really wanna do is win the game, fuck hoes! In Jamaica, at the Half Moon Villa, with a killa And a cocain dealer, layin low from the law See it all comes down to who's quick to draw first Pay attention, prevention, ridin off in a hurst Mister X to the you know me Thousand-dollar bitches wanna pop the pussy for free The disfunctional member of the Alkoholik family tree Frequently bang bitches, Wu-Tang, Killer Bee Hennessey on the rocks, with Pina Coloda At the Ramada, make you work hard like Donna For the cheese, got you down on your hands and knees After that we kick back and burn up some trees Mad shout, cause Xzibit's not the type to be treatin I'm an Alkoholic and I'm late for my meeting (Come on, Like that!) Chorus |
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its a long day Friday its like movin on this way got Xzibit up tight, right Partner cam through wit two white boys (duuude) talkin noise bout a hot spot where bitches come alone and niggas dont cop block let the top drop and we out hit the liquor store give me O.E. and three blunts no make it four anything else (Vitamin C pills and orange juice) what are you drinking gin (no dude its the shroomz) the shroomz? (what?) yeah thats some other shit one of the reasons why George Clinton sees the mother ship how high it make you get fucked up? throw it up, guts or do it have you stuck wit soft dick and cant fuck hold up Verse 2. now chew 'em up and slam the orange juice vitamin c chase kill the taste you can tell its nasty by the look on my face dont get it twisted like a nigga coked up and druggied down see cannibus and mushrooms be comin from the ground all natural post it at the club looking funny style tight slack pimp feather hat where the bitches at here we giving orders at the bar holding money when all of a sudden all the people started looking funny and started lookin runny and likwitfy right before my very eye this is a different kind of high (ohh shit, you see this shit this motherfuckers melting and shit) Verse 3. niggas and bitches walkin by that i recognize feeling hypnotized pupils dialated changing size thats when i heard the battle cries from across the room set thes crooked niggas straight nickel proof activate for mom i brought wild niggas smashing you came crashing through elbows and right hooks for you we got thrown out by this time my shit is blown out pull the phone out accelleration and we bone out in the zone out beyond Captain Kurk and cling on shit that im on be high powered like a yukon back to my house fucked up trying to see straight how much of that bullshit did I actually take (2 grams duuude) god damn no wonder why I feel like a underneath total white boy fagot we got beef over did it holms niggas playin bones in the living room restless try to find anything to mess with where my keys at pickin up clothes trying to fold this shit see my riot gage on teh wall better unload this shit fucked up niggas and fire arms dont mix right cocked back the chamber dumping shells till it felt lite thought I dumped the all counted 7 but it was 8 straight gone point the barrel at teh flow and let it go (fuck!, shit!...wooow...ah ah ah its cool, I just shot the flow man. Its all good, its all good...ah ah where everbody at, ah shit (haha) fuckin wit dat shit |
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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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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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At this time, please extinguish all smoking materials
Return all seat backs, and tray tables to their most upright, and long position Also at this time please take care to fasten your seatbelt Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A. Chorus: Xzibit Welcome to L.A. Where you can see the whole city burning Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving and your kids ain't learning shit, except this Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else (repeat 2X except last line) Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times Verse One: Xzibit MC's get fucked up, chopped like Braveheart Don't start what you can't finish, serious bidness Down La Seneca to bust a left on Venice where you can find me and mines -- Los Angeles Times Welcome to L.A. Where every other day I'm taking the hat off my head Givin respect to the dead, and avoid havin the same thing said about me, Xzibit stand underground like the roots of a tree, watered three times a day Forty ounce Olde E, like a magnifying glass making it easier to see, the Mister X to the Z Don't peak, L.A., why test without vest-es stop lead projectile, Apocalypse Now Love Allah not new car, faggot, superstar type of cat, fuck that, mash away in a diamond-white Concourse 'Llac Still black so the one-time react as if under attack Ain't nothin changed but district range, feel no pain Mr. Big Bad Insane Black John McClane with liquor on the brain, down to earth like dirt From the city where niggaz known for puttin in work Chorus Verse Two: Xzibit Welcome to L.A. If hand determine dick size, I'm palmin the Earth Select turf, then plant bad seed and give birth And make the hard work look easy fuh sheezee Leavin you and your best man, stiffer than mannequins Enough to break the skin on a Vietnam leatherneck Marine drill sargeant, you nothin but a target (pow!) Charge it to the game, gotta look beyond the brand name Comin from the guts like I slammed down twenty cups of Hennesey straight, relate feel my hate Xzibit flippin through these bitches like DJ trait Translate to left field, only real niggaz follow Bitches suck and swallow, I'm livin life behind the bottle Never the role model, still shinin like a new automobile Flow six-fo', you can't steal cause I got a kill switch with a itch for the action While other rappers use mass weapons of destruction to sell they shit Chorus Verse Three: Xzibit El ve-te-rano, you can only pray to learn what I know Ride slow across the horizon a lone desperado Comin through the door bringin nothin but hits Sometimes I feel like a matador, lookin at this bullshit Niggaz pull rent from the crack of they ass Maintain do your thang this too shall pass I season beef with lead pieces then cook it with gas I'm from the school of hard knocks way ahead in the class Xzibit hard to get through, like bulletproof glass Break it down like Johnny Cochran then mix it with hash Your defense can't last against advanced prosecution Hit the airwaves like pollution -- hey, here's a solution Take a trip to Washington then burn the Constitution Top government officials locked down for prostitution Recruitin the hard rocks mean streets keep producin The world is a riot shit is mine for the lootin Chorus Everyone's got to make a living (2X) Chorus Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A |
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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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| 5:34 |
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Intro: Judge: "Alright, your charged with public intoxication, alright listen" Convict:"There's a thousand people out who're drunk" Judge: "Okay, I understand that" Hook: [J-Ro] We O-W in the whole zone The Likwit Crew is on the microphone Let it rain brother (3x) Xzibit do your thing Verse 1: [Xzibit] You get permanently put on your ass, like Teddy Pendergrass Whenever you trespass on Alkaholik territory (Yeah, Yeah) More savage than any rapper on your roster I regulate, extortin on ya R&B label mate Xzibit rates the state Cross me or cause me, fuck jiggy and flossy I'm tryin to keep the government off me Dodgin hard time and house arrest Whatta you expect, findin' what ya never forget Cause you're sellin wolf tickets that your ass can't pay What I display, skill last found in Cassius Clay In this prime time, hustle for mine Used to nickel and dime Doin felony crime, but now I bust mine Instead of bustin' at enemies when the sun go down Me and my niggas with a fat one Smoke 'em all down to nothing Crushin rappers, bare Witness like Jehovah Swore we haven't been sober Since 21 and over Hook: [Xzibit] We O-W in the whole zone Likwit Crew is on the microphone Let it rain brother (4x) We O-W in the whole zone Likwit Crew is on the microphone Let it rain brother (2x) Let it rain King Tee do your thing Verse 2: [King Tee] When the Likwit hits my soul I get conceptions to make the microphones explode The drunk mode, sippin X-O from the straw King Tee broadcaster raw Optical intoxication, flood your video station Scramblin any playahation But some of these fools got tricks in they boxes So I blocks it, pull they whole set out the socket Tha Alkaholiks rock shit Any which way man I got shit The Alkaholik don, king from Babylon With some fatal shock shit In this district, I'm listed as the mystic majestic, I gets hectic What you expect, shit The Likwit comity Believe me loc, things will get shitty Ain't gon look pretty Commin' from the likwidation squad Smoke weed, drink hard, my god Hook: [Xzibit] We O-W in the whole zone Likwit Crew is on the microphone Let it rain brother (4x) We O-W in the whole zone Likwit Crew is on the microphone Let it rain brother (2x) Let it rain J-Ro do your thing Verse 3: [J-Ro] Fuck that East-West mess I'm gettin' rest last We make the crowd say "yes, yes" Faster than the SS Impala, you got beef than holla My crew sticks together like Richy and Dollar We got the boom-boom claats, shakey like Don Knots They bitin like a room full of pits and rots I got that old school soul Called take it back like repo And I got foes on my shelf like homes T-Paul I'm C-Bo, that's my homeboy Rico Posted up with three French bras at the need bowl I got dressed wit the speed of a cheetah, finished up my two liter Hopped in my 2-seater Sunshine, drivin' down fine Walk a 1 on 3.9 They playin oehh so fine Got 'em on the fifth floor Knocked at the door Xzibit's in the house and he brought three more "What the fuck is goin' on in here, What's happenin', Where we drinkin' at, These my homegirls right here, What y'all drinkin' right now, fuck that, All we got is Hennessy" Hook: [Xzibit] We O-W in the whole zone Likwit Crew is on the microphone Let it rain brother (2x) Let it rain Rico do your thing Verse 4: [Rico a.k.a Tash] And up next, we got the Likwitest It's so drunk, it's ridiculous When Tash got the mic, I swing my shit like Jack Nicklaus I'm spinnin' this with niggas that slept on Likwidation Cause no matter where you go, They know the reputation CaTashtrofy I punk lyrics with spunk I'm like the renegade of funk That get that ?bumstick? krunk So if you watch your ship sunkin Fuck you with the drunken Than come a little closer Let me head you somethin I bomb with a wig blowin up your click Now take your pick, you can kiss my ass or suck my dick Cause this is how we comin' in 1998 The Alkaholiks, X, and King Tee the great "It's the Likwit Crew, King Tee, Mister X to the Z, Ah,ah, Alkaholiks, Likwit motherfucker came to tore the house down" Hook: [Xzibit] We O-W in the whole zone Likwit MC's on the microphone Let it rain brother (4x) We O-W in the whole zone Likwit Crew is on the microphone Let it rain brother (2x) Let it rain Let it rain Outro: [Xzibit] Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh Won't stop, Can't stop It's the L-I-K's What, Mister X to the Z What, Black John McClane Huh, Defari Herut on ya too King Tee, King Tipsy Huh, and the whole fuckin' click Yeah, realize you can't understand this shit right here Everybody get live, yeah Everybody get live, yeah Uhuh, uhuh, yeah Uhuh, uhuh, yeah Uhuh, uhuh, yeah Uhuh, uhuh Keep it, what, keep it movin' Let it reign nigga And we out [rain and thunder on the background] |
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| 4:13 |
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Hook: There's no escape from the ones who harassin' The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin' Now I try to school 'em on the killin' and blastin' But season after season they recycle assassins now Montageone: He's too advanced for his own good He didn't get a second chance to see the glock pointed at his hood Makin' his way through the rain he's caught in the game He felt the pain of a slug to the back of the brain Nothin's changed in a city flask Where niggas lurk in black shirts pants and low hats, forever Until the job is done and no one's left My man Jeff told me with his very last breath To watch moms But they got her with the car bomb Pop tried to save her second blast got his arm Niggas play for keeps like casino Baby's has got fathers just got back from doin' Chino With nothin' to lose loose screws in the attic The only skill a nigga knows is how to strip an automatic And stash the barrel stab a nigga something terrible Death resume 20 kill in incredible time No guilt and shame On the mind stuck a nigga for lookin' didn't know he was blind So I find Mankind is a serious threat To another others kind when there's something to get In a vet gonna fast jet to the spot to see what they got Nobody saw shit cause it's not Cool to brake the rule of the code of the streets Niggas frightened by the visions of the blood on the sheets And it's deep how blood drys as a mother crys Open eyes gettin' landed on by flys There's no disgues for the ones who harassin' The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin' now Hook Xzibit: I came from a family of one girl and three boys Fuck playin' with toys our fun was on the block Watchin' all the cats negotate the neighborhood stock My job was to come runnin' whenever cops was comin' My older brother I figure was the ring leader Whenever these cats move they all bring heaters All black and nickel plated (c'mon) Soon became fasinated bitches cars and kicks And look at how fast they made it My younger brother gave less than a fuck he was content With G.I. Joe and Tonka trucks But I want butts, livin' first class delux 15 years old soldier ready to serve these clucks My older brother was touched It's a game where you don't play gotta have cane Crack house for my birthday The next day my brother shot in cold blood by the police In a rage he lived but he payed the price Caught with keys 25 to life Takin' in by the crew time to standed on my own two (c'mon nigga) But as I marinated thinkin' about the hood I really can't remember my body doin' good For long big decisions somebody got to make 'em Undercover recognize the face now can't shake a Phone tap (what) and now I'm in the belly of the beast Use to sittin' in leather sheets now I'm sittin' awaitin' release Visitors day, my younger brother came down Put the toys down excited about the first round He bust I was crushed to finally see The solution to the problem could of started with me It's on now Hook Check it out! Funny Jokes Back To Search Browse All Lyrics Voting: Rating: 3.2 12 votes Rate this song! Xzibit! Vote for Xzibit! Other songs by Xzibit |
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