(W)e (A)re (R)eady lyrics - Xzibit, B-Real & Demrick
[Xzibit:]
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, only that real shit
Serial killer (Killer, killer, killer, killer)
Yeah
I am authentic, all in this
You all did it to yourselves, killin' all the infidels
I will fight you niggas tooth and nail
Drinkin' vodka out the Holy Grail, while you tuckin' your tail
Rock it up in the cells
I got money for lawyers, I would not go to jail
Big bank, Wall Street, way too important to fail
Egg whites, spinach, and kale replace my cellular cell structure
Motherfucker, any percentage of nothin' is nothin'
Brass knuckles, Warren Buffett, never cuffin', no discussions
(Man, get the fuck out my face)
Yeah, nigga, no discussions
Get to the gun, bust it, I get to the bag fast
You niggas is not touchin' X-to-the-Z
The power invested in me, I violate and defeat
Annihilate, compete, affiliated with streets
Open bar entertainment where everybody eats
[Demrick:]
Lemme tell you what the fuck is goin' on in America
One false move, gettin' shot up in your area
(Five men standing, five men fall
One suspect and no one found)
Lemme tell you what the fuck goin' on in America
Billions gettin' made off of fear and hysteria
(Five men standing, five men fall
One suspect and no one found)
[Demrick (Xzibit):]
I took a pledge like a Que Dog
Knock a bitch like a cue ball
Carry my weight like a U-Haul
(Serial Killers is the crew, y'all, nature of the threat)
(Daily threads, ass, cam, and booyah)
Rest in power to the godfather
Our Father in Heaven, forgive me, I'ma try harder
Bruce Willis, I'ma die harder, go farther
No, father never bothered
Bitches call me the real don dada
[B-Real:]
Welcome back like Carter
Life's harder, work smarter
I'm on a charter plane trip to Carta
Kickin' bitches in the hole, it's Sparta persona, non grata
Fucks, I'm givin' nada
Sippin' on a piña colada
Hear me on the track, trainspotter
Willy Wonka with the gold ticket to a stomp out
Real shot in the perif', and all the comp out
[Demrick:]
Lemme tell you what the fuck is goin' on in America
One false move, gettin' shot up in your area
(Five men standing, five men fall
One suspect and no one found)
Lemme tell you what the fuck goin' on in America
Billions gettin' made off of fear and hysteria
(Five men standing, five men fall
One suspect and no one found)
Get Away With It lyrics - Xzibit, B-Real, Demrick
[Xzibit:]
Oh man, what up Knots?
Yeah, uh-huh
VA, yeah, LA, uh-huh
[Xzibit (Demrick):]
"Isn't life grand?" isn't quite what you thinkin'
When you got one in your hands
I've evolved and advanced
Used to make that pussy dance with a pistol in my pants
You can ask the homie Lance in Vegas
Make your players hit the tables for 50 bands
Yeah, I'ma do it while I can
I'ma build a lowrider, then fly it to Japan
Yeah, a whole different man, new outlook on livin'
Clicks, likes are given, but
(I've seen your IG, homie, that's not how you're livin')
With your prison cell phone, your phone got you sent to prison
Thankful for what I'm given and want not what I don't got
Yeah, I know seein' me makin' it was a longshot
Now go and get your fuckin' shine box
Ripley, Alien, blow you out the airlock
[Xzibit (B-Real):]
Oh, you think you got the upper hand? (Upper hand)
On my mama, got another plan (Yeah)
Cypress taught you how to kill a man (Kill a man)
But I'ma show you how to get away with it (With it)
With it, with it, get away with it
With it, with it, get away with it
With it, with it, get away with it
With it, show you how to get away
[Demrick (Xzibit):]
Dead on arrival, flatline the vitals
This the payback, don't get your name scratched like a vinyl
White like albino, drunker than a wino
I came up from the shadows down a road less traveled
Niggas slip like gravel and get dropped like a gavel
(My city where they trip off the colors of your flannel)
Life's a gamble, gotta lead by example
(I see niggas in shambles put in the can like Campbell's)
Demrick young drop like a anvil
Drop the money off like BM, smokin' on the Camel
Haters just replenishin' my ammo
I should've been a Soprano, in tune like pianos
[Xzibit (B-Real):]
Oh, you think you got the upper hand? (Upper hand)
On my mama, got another plan (Yeah)
Cypress taught you how to kill a man (Kill a man)
But I'ma show you how to get away with it (With it)
With it, with it, get away with it
With it, with it, get away with it
With it, with it, get away with it
With it, show you how to get away
[B-Real:]
On with the illest ever, yeah we the realest ever
Whether you ever admit it, we severed the head off a fuckin' giant
I'm David, fuck Goliath
Throwin' stones at your glass house, set it on fire and triumph
I got the keys to the getaway, yo, he want that-a-way
Scatter when the AK spray, yeah, ándale
No one's seen a thing, no witnesses
No one even needs to make a comment, how lit this is
X what the business is
Wrappin' bitches up for Christmases
See me on the docks doin' christenings
Actin' like it's all reggie, but never smokin' reggie
And if you bringin' Reggie, it may get deadly
We ain't friendly
[Xzibit (B-Real):]
Oh, you think you got the upper hand? (Upper hand)
On my mama, got another plan (Yeah)
Cypress taught you how to kill a man (Kill a man)
But I'ma show you how to get away with it (With it)
With it, with it, get away with it
With it, with it, get away with it
With it, with it, get away with it
With it, show you how to get away
Day Of The Dead lyrics - Xzibit, B-Real & Demrick
Take a deep breath in, and let it out
Another deep breath in, and let the air flow out
Inhale again, and let your whole body open up with the air
Niggas think sheet like aromatic
Went got your face tatted, now you the hardest on the planet
Tell the real ones, swoop, take advantage
Now, poof, puppet master got you dancin' for the cameras
Light your fuckin' face up like jack-o'-lanterns
Safehouse, find police signals on the scanner
Man with a gauge I seen you comin' on the camera
Better with age, I'm magic like abracadabra
Hit with a slug and turn you into a cadaver
Split you in half, I'll put your mind all over matter
You lightin' the ass, I'm knockin' Jacob off the ladder
So fuck the chitter-chatter, make the whole room scatter like
Roaches in the kitchen when the light switches
Or the killer come back to get the eye witness
And that stripper get old and they stop spendin'
Damn, this world could be cold when you not winnin'
I'm not familiar, in touch with my feelings
I have no compassion
Make your world come crashin' down
Mine for the taking, my motivation
No conversation
Yeah, bitch, don't fuck around
Celebrate, it's the day of the dead
Celebrate, it's the day of the dead
Celebrate, it's the day of the dead
Celebrate, it's the day of the dead
Green thumb's what my name is, fuck you
My barrel is aimed out where your brain is
It'll be painless, trust me, let me operate
Isolate the sound in your head, let it resonate
Don't hesitate, don't ever wait
Rhyme's up, ho, can't resuscitate, no
Took your breath away, ever great
How do you feel, you Magnum steel cold bitch?
Heart of stone, blue steel, seen her on the news reel
She got a red dress on with some new heels
Blowin' kisses for a new kill, seen the proof spill
Out like a waterfall on the wall
Wanted more bloodshed, start a war
Love's dead, pardon me y'all
A witness to the hit list
Barrels lightin' up and they can't miss
Aw shit, this is really happening
Fuckin' added in, not a rerun
It's all slappenin'
I'm not familiar, in touch with my feelings
I have no compassion
Make your world come crashin' down
Mine for the taking, my motivation
No conversation
Yeah, bitch, don't fuck around
Celebrate, it's the day of the dead
Celebrate, it's the day of the dead
Celebrate, it's the day of the dead
Celebrate, it's the day of the dead
Ask About Me lyrics - Xzibit, B-Real & Demrick
[Xzibit (Demrick):]
Sock you in the windpipe
Nighty-night, go to sleep, get your life right
(Damn, X, what the fuck?)
I am intoxicated
(Strangulation is my favorite form of meditation)
(Wild like a mental patient off his medication)
(Make a DJ bring it back with no hesitation)
(Do 'em like Rudy Ray Moore with my exploitation)
Now let me tell you what you motherfuckers fuckin' facin'
[Demrick:]
You better ask about me
Put me on your track, that's robbery
I'ma go hard on God, 'til I'm gone, bitch
X shootin' every single thing up on the target
B-Real callin' shots from the cockpit
Step into tarpit, kill 'em all regardless
[Xzibit:]
I'ma kill 'em 'cause I'm heartless
Trash can motherfuckers, throw 'em in the garbage
I hold my hand like a hostage
Serial Killers, niggas hit the stage, they lost it
So pass the fuckin' joint if you cough with it
Every so often, niggas get tired of the talkin'
I'm here to have a ball like Cavanaugh
Have a couple beers, I like beers
[Demrick:]
You better ask about me
Put me on your track, that's robbery
[B-Real:]
Guess I'm fuckin' heartless
I get you bloody, then I leave the place spotless
The red dot is parked up on your forehead
Click, bang, and there's more red spillin' on the floor
I'ma go 'head and give a green light
Killin' machine, like X, what the fuck? Yo, it's mean, right?
I mean it seems like a no-brainer
Bullet to the noggin, you can pay me my retainer later
[Demrick:]
You better ask about me
Put me on your track, that's robbery
Jalisco Medicine lyrics - Xzibit, B-Real & Demrick (feat. C-Kan)
[Xzibit:]
Huh, huh
Pull up on the weak and music leakin', you can't fuck with us
Puerto Rican, huh
[Xzibit (C-Kan) {Demrick}:]
Pull up on the weak and music leakin', you can't fuck with us
Butter pecan mami, Puerto Rican, watch her fuck it up
(Fuck it up, I end up listening C-Kan)
(Otra de Mexico para que sepan)
(Mr. C, exhibit C, el ghetto lo conocí)
(Y ahora tengo a los gabachos como diciendo que sí)
{In my pockets, tryna run me up}
{You ain't even tryna suck these nuts}
{You gon' eat without gettin' my cut?}
{You gon' eat without gettin' my cut?}
{What?} Bitch
{Then you gon' starve, bitch, no free lunch}
(Me van a detestar cuando escuchen esta)
(Van a entender porque prefiero nunca contestar)
(Amo a mi enemigo como amo a mi barrio, ellos nunca me fallan)
(Sentados pollitos cantan papá gallo, y ustedes se callan)
(Arriba Jalisco, viva Mexico, cabrones)
(Flow Pancho Villa, trajimos puros pelones)
Press don't need you, don't get pressed up
Send the bitches, gon' set you up
I know it's sad, bad, and all fucked up
{Kill 'em all, do it for the rush, what}
[Xzibit (B-Real):]
Day of the dead
(Feelin' higher than you've ever been)
Ever been, ever been
(In Jalisco with the medicine)
Medicine, medicine
[B-Real:]
Rollers took the boys, God I need a friend
Transactions happen, never see my face again
Serial, Serial, Serial Killers (Killers)
Serial, imperial, boss killers (Killers)
Serial, Serial, Serial Killers (Killers)
Catch us if you can, the falls could kill a man (Kill it)
[Xzibit:]
I made a killin' with them motherfuckin' brass knuckles
Dr. Green Thumb, dispensary open to the public
Ha-ha-ha-ha, richer than a mothafucka
Doin' things that I can't explain, man I'm blessed, brother
[B-Real:]
Move it up, never sit with down
Pour it out for my dead homies, then I roll a pound
Did you forget about us? Let me remind y'all
In the shadows, creepin' behind y'all
And it looks like I never hit
You know crashes, take your bitch
Put 'em on a rooftop, bait and switch
Chillin' on the rooftop, aim and click
Hit 'em with the headshot
See the body on the floor
No, didn't see the red dot
He bled out, metaphor
We kill shit, everything we touch is a head knock
Means home run, run home little bitch
Tell 'em what you seen here, we here
He's so stunned, outgunned
Put him on the run, stay clear, can't be here
[C-Kan:]
Can-kush o Kan-OG, viajando en nube de humo
Como en el 2001, la vendo y me la fumo
Living la vida malandra, Guadalajara trajó la parranda, anda
Dime con los que tú andas, que a lo B-Real tú no entiendes la onda
Uh
[Xzibit (B-Real):]
Day of the dead
(Feelin' higher than you've ever been)
Ever been, ever been
(In Jalisco with the medicine)
Medicine, medicine
[B-Real:]
Rollers took the boys, God I need a friend (Hey)
Transactions happen, never see my face again
Serial, Serial, Serial Killers (Killers)
Serial, imperial, boss killers (Killers)
Serial, Serial, Serial Killers (Killers)
Catch us if you can, the falls could kill a man (Kill it)
Fruit Punch lyrics - Xzibit, B-Real & Demrick (feat. Brevi & James Savage)
[Brevi:]
Momma didn't raise no dummy
Gimme all you want, can't take nothin' from me
Big Bad Wolf tryna catch a lil' bunny
Learned a long time ago the bears need honey
I'm zoned out, I'm fired up, I don't think I'm high enough
I took two, got five left, I'm out of touch, I digress
I truly don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm ice cold, no love
I'm turned off, know too much, no honeymoon, no fruit punch
Can't stand no crooked man, I can't stand no bitch
Keep your issues, keep your distance, I got money to collect
If you come from where I come from
You know how we represent
Get the bag, get the bullets, get the vest, fuckin' yes
[Xzibit (James Savage):]
Comin' outside on you niggas
I'ma west ride on you niggas
I'ma get the OG's and the Bee Gees
Better find a place to hide, 'cause we killas
In my habitat with gorillas
We could take it to the back, I should kill 'em
(Nah, let me handle that, let me get 'em)
(Nigga, we can lock up like the system)
(You could call the police like a victim)
(You a First 48 type of nigga, hit 'em)
(Them tear ducts all teared up)
(Didn't hesitate to tell on them niggas)
(Take a break, it's only gon' get 'em)
(If a mother fucker fake, he gon' get Godzilla)
It's that pull-up, that bang-bang, we serial killers so we kill 'em
[Brevi:]
I'm zoned out, I'm fired up, I don't think I'm high enough
I took two, got five left, I'm out of touch, I digress
I truly don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm ice cold, no love
I'm turned off, know too much, no honeymoon, no fruit punch
Can't stand no crooked man, I can't stand no bitch
Keep your issues, keep your distance, I got money to collect
If you come from where I come from
You know how we represent
Get the bag, get the bullets, get the vest, fuckin' yes
[Demrick:]
Today, I got time for you niggas
I'ma bottom line all you niggas
I'm about mine, every single dime
Goes to the money and the women
I know you assumed you was winnin'
I'm immune to your venom
Pulled a nine from out the denim
Ride a hit of good vodka and send God to get 'em
[B-Real:]
Never lookin' back, I move ahead (Yeah)
Got another pack to move instead (Yeah)
Livin' like a king, we get the bread (Yeah)
Get away from me, we take your head (Yeah)
We don't leave a clue, no residue (Yeah)
Better have a few roll in with you (Yeah)
In the four door with the four-four
Goin' slow-mo, cocked and aimed at you
[Brevi:]
I'm zoned out, I'm fired up, I don't think I'm high enough
I took two, got five left, I'm out of touch, I digress
I truly don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm ice cold, no love
I'm turned off, know too much, no honeymoon, no fruit punch
Can't stand no crooked man, I can't stand no bitch
Keep your issues, keep your distance, I got money to collect
If you come from where I come from
You know how we represent
Get the bag, get the bullets, get the vest, fuckin' yes
Things Fall Apart lyrics - Xzibit, B-Real & Demrick
[Xzibit:]
Got a call from the homie
Never stall for the homie, bet it all on the homie, huh
I'd kill your mom for my homie
Never robbed, never owe me, at the top and it's lonely, huh
I smoke the bomb with my homie
Got the bomb? Better show me, better act like you know me, huh
I was back to back with your homie
He attack and it show me I can only be the only one, huh
[Demrick:]
You see what greed do to people? We was partners
Equal money turn a motherfucker evil
You went and did me dirty like a needle
Watch it swoop with the eagle, leave you blind in the fetal
Now you lyin' to my face, so deceitful
Where that duffel bag with the 50 racks
That was sittin' in the back of my Regal?
[Xzibit:]
There will not be a sequel
I will kill you right now, reach is long and it's lethal
[Demrick:]
Things fall apart, they were good at the start
You were searchin' for your heart but you never found it
Tried to double-cross, now look at what it cost
Another life lost with the chalk around it
Things fall apart, they were good at the start
You were searchin' for your heart but you never found it
Tried to double-cross, now look at what it cost
Another life lost with the chalk around it
[B-Real:]
Curve what you doin', yeah I heard about your union
'Bout the bag you're pursuin', let me get in, I'm your ruin
Got another plan brewin' with another crew rulin'
Keep your mouth shut, end up in a hearse, car foolin'
Got a warehouse coolin' with the source plug toolin'
Every day they movin' packs out the back
I'm assumin' they got the security loomin'
We can calculate the movement
Hit 'em in the blind spot, hit 'em hard when we swoop in
Have the van ready, loopin' 'round the block for the scoopin'
Don't be nothin' stupid, stay focused, no confusion
At the spot, call Susan, stay put and don't be movin'
I'm the one who lets you in, hold the bag or we losin'
If you think you a shoe-in for the paper we be lootin'
Don't be tryna double-cross me, I'll be comin' at ya shootin'
I don't trust another human, salty bitches, they be stewin'
Sell me out, I'll be waitin' in the shadows, I'll put two in (Bop, bop)
[Demrick:]
Things fall apart, they were good at the start
You were searchin' for your heart but you never found it
Tried to double-cross, now look at what it cost
Another life lost with the chalk around it
Things fall apart, they were good at the start
You were searchin' for your heart but you never found it
Tried to double-cross, now look at what it cost
Another life lost with the chalk around it
[Xzibit:]
Got a call from the homie
Never stall for the homie, bet it all on the homie, huh
I'd kill your mom for my homie
Never robbed, never owe me, at the top and it's lonely, huh
I smoke the bomb with my homie
Got the bomb? Better show me, better act like you know me, huh
I was back to back with your homie
He attack and it show me I can only be the only one, huh
First 48 lyrics - Xzibit, B Real, Demrick
[Xzibit:]
Bring out the big guns, 50 Cal. headshots
Put my hand up, turn my head when the gauge pops
Serial kill shit, only that real shit, like a nigga with millions
Welcome to the headlock, captivated, you old and dated while X stay activated
You display it, let the camera roll on it
You see it, but you don't want it, smother and crush my opponents
Tyson mind state, fornicate, state to state
Thank God for section 8
I'm a freight train full of cocaine to that mainland
Half a billion staying insane is the game plan
I am not the same man that you accustomed too
Everything new, cue 7 on the avenue
[Demrick:]
I did what I had to do, longitude latitude
Fuck being a nigga half black with an attitude
Never had gratitude, young and jaded
And I guess that's why my MO is drunk and faded
The way I got here is so complicated
From way back in the day, I felt obligated
To the streets, to the roots, to the groups I came from
Never changed, kept it 100 since day one
[B-Real:]
B-Real, Cypress Hill, raw deal, stainless steel, get your whole family killed
That's for real, lips stay seamed and sealed
If looks could kill, so much blood gone spill
I fufill, nightmares live on your street
Slow creep, 4 deep, bust with more heat
The whole neighborhood got to starve when I eat
There's nothing like a skull cracking hard on the concrete
AK-47 on repeat, straight to Hell ain't no Heaven where you sleep
Obsolete, 6 deep when I creep
When I speak, people act properly
Is it the cabbage or the cash or the broccoli
Nigga I don't give a fuck cause I want all three
Wanted lyrics - Xzibit, B Real, Demrick
[B-Real:]
You wanna approach me?
Use the right protocol!
I put you to sleep like you OD'ed on Propofol
Bitches have so much gall
Now your falls coming soon
Another rapper, a tomb
Glass case, shell, doom!
You are now in tune to the greatest, the latest the waited
Diamond 'n glo, slayed it, created, they hit you brainless
You wanted me to say it
OK, it couldn't be said better!
Inspirational message and letters from go-getters
We decide whether or not we're blowing up spots
As lethal as a champion of 'King of the Dot'
Loaded and locked, exploded and rocked
Corroded your block, you drove in a shot!
The more than the prop, tied you a knot
Time on the clock, stop!
Like the stop watch cause we're top show
Like Kobe in his prime, define top notch!
Kick you in the crotch with a cheap shot
But I think not!
What you gonna do when the fucking beat stops?
[Demrick & Xzibit:]
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
And anybody that's with 'em! (hit 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
And anybody that's with 'em! (hit 'em!)
I'm a wanted man, (yeah!)
Bitches got it bad (yeah!)
Haters want my life, (yeah!)
Catch me if you can! (if you can!)
Catch me if you can! (if you can!)
Catch me if you can! (if you can!)
I'm a wanted man
So catch me if you can!
[Demrick:]
Cause for that stash
I keep in that coffee can under my bed
Shit could get sacrilegious
And I lay bitches flat ray backs like practicious
A man that lacks vision is prone to make bad decisions
All I had was ambition and a mission to get out of this position
I was raised, but wasn't nobody listening
To shit I had to say, respect was only paid
If you're balling like Battier
So put that glove and bat away!
In exchange for a gun, son, point it that-a-way
Let it spray what a great way to fuck up my Saturday!
Way too young to have a drink
Way too young to have to think
Rolling 'round on half a tank
It's my uncles I had to thank!
It was them we emulate and imitate
So I'm at this 7-11 with a.357 and pale face
Let's do this beer run
Hurry up 'fore they hear something!
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
And anybody that's with 'em! (hit 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
And anybody that's with 'em! (hit 'em!)
I'm a wanted man, (yeah!)
Bitches got it bad (yeah!)
Haters want my life, (yeah!)
Catch me if you can! (if you can!)
Catch me if you can! (if you can!)
Catch me if you can! (if you can!)
I'm a wanted man
So catch me if you can!
[Xzibit:]
I decapitate my enemies
Know I get paid for most of 'em
Hesitation and patience, I'm running out of both of them
Set sail, smash the champagne on the side of it
I'll Titanic you niggas
Iceberg, I hit you with the Mossberg
Sawed off nicely, in a white T
Point blank range, politely squeeze, this excites me!
I'mma live by the bullet 'til it bites me
I'm doing life, how come momma never writes me?
These real keys take time, so meticulous
Thinking at thieves, intelligence feed
My agenda is the flashback coast what's stress from the PTS
Fuck what you're saying, motherfucker
Say it with your chest!
You're being held for ransom
Citizens, our demand's a hundred million untraceable euros wrapped in plastic bags
Cause you're playing with your life
If you think I'm thinking twice
Now you walkin' to the light!
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
And anybody that's with 'em! (hit 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
There he go (get 'em!)
And anybody that's with 'em! (hit 'em!)
I'm a wanted man, (yeah!)
Bitches got it bad (yeah!)
Haters want my life, (yeah!)
Catch me if you can! (if you can!)
Catch me if you can! (if you can!)
Catch me if you can! (if you can!)
I'm a wanted man
So catch me if you can!
Dickies & Bandanas lyrics - Xzibit, B Real, Demrick (feat. Kurupt)
[Xzibit:]
New West, Old West
No, its just West
You feel me?
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Yeah, I'm just calling it how I see it
Where you get that from?
Yeah, be about it if you gon be it
Where You get that from?
[Demrick:]
Too many cooks in the kitchen, way too much lying and bitching
How did you gain that position, I have your family sniffling
You should actually listen, Before you answer the question
Niggas dying for less than, giving the wrong impression
You like a signed confession, we got it all on paper
Paramedics all on faders, there's no way to contain us
You think its all entertainment, and it should end with the music
Don't be foolish, we from the ghetto, niggas liable to lose it
I'm from the land of the prove-it, if you're bout it then do it
All the drugs we be using'll have you having illusions
Where you get your style from? I guess we'll reintroduce it
We be moving like a movement you have nothing to do with
We providing sollutions, so which side is you choosing?
Here's your bandana and hammer, if they panic then shoot em
Its as simple as that, cause gangsta rapper reacts
We strike like a match and watch your infrastructure collapse
I'm in my
[Xzibit:]
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Yeah, I'm just calling it how I see it
Where you get that from?
Yeah, be about it if you gon be it
Where You get that from?
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Yeah, lowriders, [?] -riders with kits
Where you get that from?
Heavy-handed, hard than a bitch
Where you get that from?
[Kurupt:]
Have you ever seen a maniac in all black?
Khaki suit, allocute, parking lot, pop and shoot
No witnesses witness this, black khaki suit
Bandana, Komanwel? Scanner and a bandana
Tied around a handle and a clip, click, bandana
Tied around the banana clip, get clipped and ran up
On your homies like "What it is?" the last man standing
You know who I am: I'm Gotti, the last man standing
With a cannon, picture it like a Canon camera
On the block like hood, I'm in motion, rollercoasting
Westcoasting for nothing, approach them and body roast them
Chuck's not giving a fuck, socking the niggas closest
What's happening homie? Is that right?
You the one to stand up for your hood tonight?
You the one that's gonna make wrong the right?
Instantaneously we take flight
Ain; t nothing can be better, there's nothing worse
The homies won't take off unless I take off first
Disperse, experts on work that works to lay niggas down
Like wax and exerts and spurts, motherfucker we in
[Xzibit:]
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Yeah, I'm just calling it how I see it
Where you get that from?
Yeah, be about it if you gon be it
Where You get that from?
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Yeah, lowriders, [?] -riders with kits
Where you get that from?
Heavy-handed, hard than a bitch
Where you get that from?
[B-Real:]
I'm spitting venom, the critics I end them, you can lend them
Your heart, but there's no way to stop me once I'm gaining momentum
I'm elevated, my weapon is calibrated
I'm hated by haters who hated because they never made it
I'm validated by those, who sat and waited
For yours truly, foolishly thinking that you debated my flows
Calculated, evaluated, but still you never know
How we manage to murder the microphone, man I'm in the zone
Competition is none, I'm on this mission so run
Overshadowed you fuckers cause I'm eclipsing the Sun
Don't try to lift up your gun, no need to be dumb
Jury is hung, I'm killing you fucking busters for fun
That's how we get it done, method is flawless and some of you saw this coming
[?] are humming in the city, bitches are bumming
I'm the thief in the night, right
Your blinded by the light, tight
Taking it light, you don't get out my sight
I'm in my
[Xzibit:]
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Yeah, I'm just calling it how I see it
Where you get that from?
Yeah, be about it if you gon be it
Where You get that from?
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Dickies, Dickies and, Dickies and
Dickies and bandanas
Yeah, lowriders, [?] -riders with kits
Where you get that from?
Heavy-handed, hard than a bitch
Where you get that from?
In The Sky lyrics - Xzibit, B Real, Demrick
Yeah
This is empty bottle rap
I'm not a role model, You can go ahead and follow that
Road to the unknown, all you gotta do is swallow that pill
And watch how you feel, baby just relax
Detach from the norm
Prepare for the storm
Sober up and relapse, I'll be back in the morn'
I'm just playing I'm high, get up in the zone
She a nine, but in my mind she a centerfold
And many chose, the path to sobriety
But stoned is the way I walk, through society
Momma said, "Son is you high? Don't lie to me"
I told her no, but she still beat the hell up outta me
Parallel reality, drained in my salary
Smokin' more than I'm selling, how can this be true?
So now I'm sippin' on that 100 proof
Gettin' loose, I love to get faded
What can you do?
I'm high up in the sky
And I can't come down
No, no
I'm lost up in this world
And I can't come down
No, no
I used to roll the blue coupe, claiming that soo woo
No mercy for others, brother - that means you too
No regards for you and yours
Pullin' out the '44, put you on the floor
Face down; true story boy
The streets got an appetite, and it's never satisfied
Boulevard of broken dreams, but they'll never shatter mine
I own it and I'm glad it's mine
It's swing batter time, I'm going for the fences
Your opinion doesn't matter I'm, still rollin' thick as hell
Trigger finger's quick as well, I'm lookin' for the higher ground
I can make my pockets swell
Believe me when I say these streets are bloody, It ain't a game
Money, fortune, and fame are all callin' my name
And I can hear it in the background, as I lay the track down
Put the sack down, Po-po's are on the crackdown
I let the mic guide me, my pen is mighty
The track is like a woman screaming, "I want you inside me"
I'm high up in the sky
And I can't come down
No, no
I'm lost up in this world
And I can't come down
No, no
I used to be the dope man
Baking soda, cocaine
Copped a quarter ki' at the time, thought I'm so paid
Never thought twice, in hindsight, I was lucky
I never did time, the one time never touched me
Taurus nine millimeter, ridin' in the front seat
Trust me, chop yo fuckin' ass in to lunch meat
Did my first drive-by, my girlfriend drivin'
In her mom's 4 Taurus, my niggas, I'm not lying
I'm lion-hearted, my instinct: king of the castle
I gotta be a dick, 'cause I'm surrounded by assholes
What more can I ask for?
Break neck diligence
Fast forward, to brains all over your dashboard
The landlord, let the hammer fall on the tenants
Got evicted from the game, 'cause your heart's not in it
And you're so dimwitted
When you spit it, man you don't go get it
Audio, hustlers, serial killin'
I'm high up in the sky
And I can't come down
No, no
I'm lost up in this world
And I can't come down
No, no
Doctor's In lyrics - Xzibit, B Real, Demrick (feat. Hopsin)
The doctor's in, the joint lights
I'm pushin' kush, takin' shit to new heights
My vision's blown, I'm having new sights
Man, fuck this world
True blood, but the truth bites
Stings like a slice, whenever they bring up the rice
You thinkin' twice, I'm on some mad shit
Like Old Spice
My stalker's in, and it's real life
See I'm a rolling stone, throwin' stones real nice
And glass houses, rockin' by the thousands
Sparkin' many ounces, as the beat bounces
I got winnin' in my blood, I'm a champion
People show me love 'cause I'm the highest in the pantheon
You say this can't be life, I say what's real is real
You can dream it, see it, taste it
Why you fuckin' waste it?
Grab the lick and paste it, while you searchin' for me
Check my inventory, history, and real glory
The weed had brought him luck, I'm from the bottom up
I take the haters, put a stompin' on those rotten fucks
The doctor's in, the joint lights
I'm pushin' kush, takin' shit to new heights
My vision's blown, I'm having new sights
Man, fuck this world
True blood, but the truth bites
The doctor's in, the joint lights
I'm pushin' kush, takin' shit to new heights
My vision's blown, I'm having new sights
Man, fuck this world
True blood, but the truth bites
I hit my dock, fill my script, then I dip
[?] then I twist
Gettin' drunk off a fifth
That's everyday shit, I go to the grave with
But as long as I'm alive Imma rise for that grave shift
And I came from the pavement to makin' that A list
My reefers stay lit and these niggas I came with
Is the same ones that always been down from the jump
Ain't talkin' 'bout speakers when there's pounds in the trunk
The truth bites, I'm just trying not let it leave a mark
I played my part, each verse I pierce like a work of art
Niggas actin' hard, no time for the back and forth
This world's gonna give me exactly what I've been asking for
I'm about to fuck it raw, with no Magnum on
And leave my kids to roam this earth, like a vagabond
The doctor's in, the joint lights
I'm pushin' kush, takin' shit to new heights
My vision's blown, I'm having new sights
Man, fuck this world
True blood, but the truth bites
The doctor's in, the joint lights
I'm pushin' kush, takin' shit to new heights
My vision's blown, I'm having new sights
Man, fuck this world
True blood, but the truth bites
Nigga the doctor's in, ready to plot revenge to catch your oxygen
Fuck with me that's the consequence
Shoulda followed your conscience bitch
I'm on a pedestal higher than B-Real off his ganja hits
I love to contradict
'Cause a nigga too nice when I'm on my monster shit
No secret that I'm ready to kill, barely appealed but I'm barely [?]
Can't be concealed
Starving rappers into pieces and then they get left in the field
Except for this real, invest in this shield
Before you niggas try to step to the skill
I'm built as heavy as steel
Got all of you scared to me it's a definite thrill
Nuttin' you can tell me, ain't nobody who can help me
I'm a Nightmare on Elm Street, lifestyle's unhealthy
I pull a [?] to my phone take a selfie
Oh my God who the hell's he?
Oh shit that's me staring back in the mirror
Got a hit list full of wack MCs
So you better believe I get the package delivered
That's what happens to niggas, when they mess with a lunatic
Imma cause ruckus in mothafuckas, when I bust this tough shit
Homeboy you'll never get used to
This, keep yourself at a distance from me
I'm an embarrassing hooligan, finna fuck the game
Scored a couple of sperm cells inside so they rest in the uterus
The doctor's in, the joint lights
I'm pushin' kush, takin' shit to new heights
My vision's blown, I'm having new sights
Man, fuck this world
True blood, but the truth bites
The doctor's in, the joint lights
I'm pushin' kush, takin' shit to new heights
My vision's blown, I'm having new sights
Man, fuck this world
True blood, but the truth bites
Legends Never Die lyrics - Xzibit, B Real, Demrick (feat. Easy MoneyST)
Legends never
[Ea$y Money:]
Ever since the day I got old
They told me I would never make it this long
Now years after the day that I'm gone
They'll be playing my songs and my name will live on
When everybody thought that I was insane
I stood tall after all that have came
So let the good Lord call on my name
'Cause I done rep I'm working the game
[Ea$y Money & Xzibit:]
We never die
Never die!
We just live on
Live on, live on
We never die
Never die!
We just live on
[Xzibit:]
Yea, I'm a cowboy steppin clear
With a pistol pointblank behind your right ear
Yea because fear is not a option
Say my name 3 times – I appear with a shotgun
Now what you motherfuckers want from me?
I'm from the gutter, I'm medicated by drug money
Take everything, there ain't nothing else you could take from me
Never break from you niggas, swinging until my hands bloody
Time flies, dreams die, people lose faith
Tryna hide behind a lie with a straight face
Buzz kill, boots on the ground 'cause I'm straight lace
Fuck love, never needed love in the first place
[Ea$y Money & Xzibit:]
Legends never... die
Never die!
We just live on
Live on, live on
We never die
Never die!
We just live on
[B-Real:]
So many doubted so little time
So many haters coming to mind
Later for waste 'cause moments to bind
Because I would never look back and regretted this fucking life
Around, I do it for the ones who supported the dream
And making every second of their life as a part of my team
It take the heart of a lion, the crown of a king
Bring up a throne and you keep the frame in mind but you singing my songs
Still serial kill the bullshit, spit up the thrills
And if you will, you're not the killer, for real I be dealing
The run of the mill, with no skill, top Billy the dun
That's why I reply
[Ea$y Money & Xzibit:]
Legends never... die
Never die!
We just live on
Live on, live on
We never die
Never die!
We just live on
[Xzibit:]
Yea, I was born to live forever
I am legend, gather my thoughts and line em up together
Feel like pulling my own Beretta put it to my head
Better days ahead, left for dead with my daily bread
Yea, I'll cause a slaughter in your tabernacle
I storm your castle and guillotined your queen
Los Angeles to the rotten apple
I'm playing tackle
Giving concussions cold like going to war with the Russians
Starving like my ribs and my stomach is touching
I'm filthy as a pig, all this drinking and fuckin
It's just my destiny til the death of me, stand and deliver
Confessions of an unapologetic serial killer
Legends never... die
We just live on
We never die
No Comin' Back lyrics - Xzibit, B Real, Demrick
Now I wanna get high
Some rollin and smokin
Poppin and drinkin
And stop for the thinking
And hop in this lincoln and let's roll
And I ain't talkin about the pills we pop so let's go
The block that I got
So hot, I call it off in a stow
That's what we gotta hit him to digit, you know
And I let it get high cause it often expose
The real in a man what they stand-in for
Say I'm bout to overdose like Anna Nicole
Plus the devil already got one hand on my soul
Should I stand on my toes?
Cause I'm walkin on the tight road
Thin line between yours and mine when they not blow
And you can die slow...
Get smoked like hydro
Then I'ma bounce like hydros
And I know that it just ain't right
But as long as I can sleep at night!
Ain't no comin back from that
You tryna do me wrong put my name in a song
Ain't no comin back from that
I'm so goddamn high mind all up in the sky
Ain't no coming back from that
25 for the ale no parole no bail
Ain't no coming back from that
Two shots in the head - flatline and you dead
AINT NO COMIN BACK!
I make yo blocks pop off
The streets locked off
When the heats cocked off
Goes a body to the morgue
Got the best kush money can afford
So if you think about jackin
We gotta send you home to the law
You can see us when we out on tour
With everybody flippin in the place
Niggas can't keep our pace
And you don't wanna see the heater chilling by my waste
But if you gotta most likely it'll bleed your face
Take a chill pill for-real, we break ya will
I'm the bullet in the gunshot by ill bill
I'm assassin with the hustler skill
Off the hill when the crosshairs homie
One shot one kill
And it's a one way trip in your lesson
Start running jack
You like mason career - it's no comin back
It goes click-clack
This shit's on track
Learn how to act or we twist ya shit
BITCH!
Laa laa la-laa laa
Laa laa la-laa laa
Ain't no comin back from that
You tryna do me wrong put my name in a song
Ain't no comin back from that
I'm so goddamn high mind all up in the sky
Ain't no coming back from that
25 for the ale no parole no bail
Ain't no coming back from that
Two shots in the head - flatline and you dead
Aint no comin back!
To the day before negotiations
Don't waste no breath no conversations
No price no lefts I lay and win game
2 - 2 - 3 rounds, kick your face in
Men, I should have seen it comin
Behind your eyes I can see your mind racing -
Heart sink to your weak stomach!
You not from it
I'm sam bada summer
I'm a franchise built from the gutter, thinking
I'm a million dollar vocal with a grip
So why I'm in here fucking with this 20-dollar bitch
Ignorant bliss-a-bish like a black hole
I disappear with a dinosaur, get strong
So strong make the homies make housecalls
Answer or not - yo block gets knocked off
Chopped off, no time for apologies - words are done
Cause you can't take it back when they pull a nigga gun!
Ain't no comin back from that
You tryna do me wrong put my name in a song
Ain't no comin back from that
I'm so goddamn high mind all up in the sky
Ain't no coming back from that
25 for the ale no parole no bail
Ain't no coming back from that
Two shots in the head - flatline and you dead
AINT NO COMIN BACK!
Angels Come Calling lyrics - Xzibit, B Real, Demrick
When the reaper calls your name, ain't nowhere to hide
Always remeber one thing, you're living on borrowed time
See tomorrow's not promised, no matter how bad you want it
That's why I'm going all in, 'til them angels come calling
'Til them angels come calling, for me
Indeed I been here before so much of the same shit
People say they want a war but they busting the same clips
But really the game split with so many blame shits
Distinction is no more in, so many name slip
But I'm kicking in the door I don't have to explain this
I'm leaving, they stayin flowing as soon as the pain hits
I'm coming for crowns and you're scared at the reign bitch
I'm like kobe with the ball, I shouted the dream squish
I do this in fame which, it's truly a strange ditch
This game it's so thankless but I put up a raised fist
One thing will rerises man...
This is your brain on me, this high as your brain get's
With one life, listen, my mission - invade whip
They call me greenthumb son, don't play I'm a layin tricking
When the breakdown come, its the end of your fame slip
When the reaper calls your name, ain't nowhere to hide
Always remeber one thing, you're living on borrowed time
See tomorrow's not promised, no matter how bad you want it
That's why I'm going all in, 'til them angels come calling
'Til them angels come calling, for me
It's all out war for what I believe in
At the liqour store serving up doses, fienin
When the cops come we start bobbing and weaving
Running and ducking, weed got me coughing and weezin
Why you try speak about the predicament we in
Most time you ever spend in a city's a weekend
And I swear to God they all try to push me off of the deep end
Cause at your lowest point is when this wild thoughts creep in
Could my mind be playin tricks on me
Cause I feel like somebody coming for me
That's why I treat every day like my last day
More chatter with less suffer get it the fast way
Before my flame gets put out like a ashtray
I'mma make this song, let's go and get the world a gasface
You stuck runnin in last places
And Don't nobody give a fuck what your ass say
Do you think you can wild out and act safe
Cause in that case give me that motherfucking gun
When the reaper calls your name, ain't nowhere to hide
Always remeber one thing, you're living on borrowed time
See tomorrow's not promised, no matter how bad you want it
That's why I'm going all in, 'til them angels come calling
'Til them angels come calling, for me
Fanatic lyrics - Xzibit (feat. BJ The Chicago Kid & Poo Bear)
I feel it live when I touch the ball
I can't fall, I can't fail
Locking down the court like a cell
Treat my team like my brothers
Haters don't understand me
Hard fouls, them hecklers tryna break up the family
Can't hold me, my vertical so pivot
Pressure it keeps building
Reaching but can't hit it
You hate, but we did it
You aimed and we hit it
Ballin with no limits
We ready, we all in it
The sky is my limit, how it feels to win
I could break down this rim, just put me in
It's the beast from the east, we the best from the west
I's the logo that I'm beating on my chest
It's not about you, it's not about me
It's all about the team, let me hear it on three
Now you can stop them, but you will never stop me
Got the crowd going wild for the MVP
10 seconds on the shot clock
4th quarter it's on me (it's on me)
See them haters try to run now
But I won't let em run up on my team (on my team)
Cause I'm a fanatic, yeah
Gotta go with em hustlin
Cause I'm a fanatic, yeah
And everybody can't deal with me
Fresh out of school, straight into the league
Number 1 draft pick, all eyes is on me (M-V-P)
I can hear em in the stands
I approach 5 now when the shot leave my hands
Let the fans go wild (Go hard or go home)
Block the shot
Eat the shot clock, so pass me the rock
You will not survive in my zone
Half-court shot all net then I'm gone
10 seconds on the shot clock
4th quarter it's on me (it's on me)
See them haters try to run now
But I won't let em run up on my team (on my team)
Cause I'm a fanatic, yeah
Gotta go with em hustlin
Cause I'm a fanatic, yeah
And everybody can't deal with me
Get Fucked Up With Me lyrics - Xzibit
(from "The Wash" soundtrack)
Yeah man, I'm glad to have this opportunity
Cuz I never get to sit down and chop it with y'all
Man, face to face, so you know I definitely wanna get fucked up
Yeah man, I'm glad I need to sit down and chop it with y'all man
Cuz I never had an opportunity to do that, so, yeah
I want to blaze something up too, you smoke? Good
You mind if I smoke? Well, alright
So let me introduce myself
X to the motherfuckin Z
I had to introduce myself appropriately
I'm that nigga you was hoping to see, fall flat on my face
Look respect then fall from grace
But you know, things move slow
I refuse to lose the game like dude from blow
Like it ain't crazy enough, huh
My life got ups and downs like an all night fuck,so what
Y'all really want from me
I'm trying to live with two hoes like three's company
Ask me what is success
Nigga, success is when your no mean no and your yes means yes
And you can stand by your word cuz your word is your balls
Lose one your losing them all
All hail to alcohol
Cuz it's my turn now try again tomorrow
Roll another blenny up, pour another drink
I want everybody to get fucked up with me
Get a glass and fill it up
Lick the philly, seal it up
Everybody get fucked up with me
Roll another blenny up, pour another drink
I want everybody to get fucked up with me
Get a glass and fill it up
Lick the philly, seal it up
Everybody get fucked up with me
Life's a real bitch sometimes oh shit! Wait
Okay I got it I got it, I got it I got it, hold up
Life's a real bitch sometimes
Your heartbeat raising like the rate of the crime
I could probably turn water to wine
Restless, double platinum, it's the sign of the time
It ain't my fault, your kids wanna c-walk
Dress how we dress and talk like we talk
Ask Miss Cleo if this is the matrix, I'm Neo
This is dedicated to that female CEO
That sucked my brother's dick for jolly St. Nick
Shit make some room
Somebody laced this shit with shrooms, cuz I'm flying
Roll another blenny up, pour another drink
I want everybody to get fucked up with me
Get a glass and fill it up
Lick the philly, seal it up
Everybody get fucked up with me
Roll another blenny up, pour another drink
I want everybody to get fucked up with me
Get a glass and fill it up
Lick the philly, seal it up
Everybody get fucked up with me
What's the big deal
Couple of shootings, couple of get killed
Happens everyday around this way
Took my homie lil' Mo dog and blew him away
Shit at the age of 19, what a bummer'
Another crazy ass summer
These types of things never die down easy
Gang of retaliation, homeboy believe me
Fien for the recipe
Man, these blunts gon' be the death of me
Fuck it, next flight to Amsterdam
A few girls, fifty grand and a handy cam
Posted up at the Cypress Hill coffee shop
I'm miraculous, fuckin unorthodox
I'm glad we could chop it up
Before I bounce let me get a blunt
Roll another blenny up, pour another drink
I want everybody to get fucked up with me
Get a glass and fill it up
Lick the philly, seal it up
Everybody get fucked up with me
Roll another blenny up, pour another drink
I want everybody to get fucked up with me
Get a glass and fill it up
Lick the philly, seal it up
Everybody get fucked up with me
Highest Form Of Understanding lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Trick Trick)
[Xzibit:]
Yeah, the first night I spent in California
I was homeless on Venice Beach, yeah
It was all a dream
Came to California at seventeen
Little nigga tryna bubble up from the crack scene
It got so complicated, then I graduated
Haters so mad I made it
How could I fly so high, only to feel so low?
How do they live so fast only to grow so slow?
Like when you showing no support for your kids
But got money for marijuana just to smoke with your friends
Or that woman who survives and beats cancer
Only to be drowned in debt with no answers
The frequency of tragedy, it happens so rapidly
That we became numb, we embraced this insanity
Some wack-job haul off and smoke his whole family
Reality T.V. that's not based in reality
Stuck watching train wrecks, everybody going for self
Self worth is important but for money and wealth
This mentality of "me, fuck everything else"
It's a virus, a disease, I'm a victim myself
But I swear before I leave, I'mma fix it, I swear
I'mma fix it, I swear, yo, you better beware
Rich boy kill his own wife, knocks her teeth out
Cuts her fingers off, then escapes with a suicide
The king of pop died
Michael Vick was fighting dogs
But he walked and did his time, let him throw the fucking ball
As the markets keep crashing and people get desperate
Putting faith in the false feeling so disrespected
Turn to this record, the highest form of understanding
Understand me, fight or flight for your family
Come, walk with a soldier
Come, talk with a soldier, yeah
Cinderblock stop shooting straight from the shoulder
As we all get older and hope falls over
And damn, you were six years sober
And just like that, now you back where you started, square one
And you can't bring it back once that bullet leave the gun
As the planner gets smaller, prepare for the North American Union
A [?] to replace your dollars
Narcissistic society, love paparazzi
Get to Starbucks for your overpriced latte
Ignoring all the signs, "nevermind" is your mindstate
Until the end of time, shit is closer than you think man
[Trick Trick:]
I done been in situations where the only thing that I could do was read the Bible
Went in to the hill, child, with a sharpened piece of metal, the only way of survival
Made up my mind that I don't ever wanna return, chance was given again
Now I'm back out in the world, made a promise to God for living in sin
I can never lie to God but it's so hard to live right
I'm carrying seven-point-six-twos to fistfights
Ain't nobody playing fair, they cheat, no cheat
I ain't fitting to be the topic of the preacher's eulogy speech
The word say, "turn the other cheek" that's what they teach us
But Peter sliced the ear of a nigga rolling on Jesus
I don't want applause I'm doing what I'm supposed to do
I'm a real nigga, one from a million, chosen few
Everlasting pain has got my brain, it's like it's trapped inside a maze
Have you been unfaithful to the game?
Damn shame
Eighteen years, you never believed him
That's your son, go and see him, motherfucker
You fucked his mother
The goddamn common courtesy never applied to you
'Cause you thought she lied to you
You couldn't see your own mother in his face
If you die, he'll be in a better place, bring the tape back
Jermaine Dupri Diss lyrics - Xzibit
Ladies and Gentlemen!
This is dedicated to the man we all love to hate
Tattoo a.k.a The Leprechaun a.k.a. Mr. Jermaine Dupri
Come on ladies and gentlemen, sing a long
[Randy Newman:]
(Short people got) What! (no reason) Yeah!
(Short people got) What! (no reason) Come On!
(Short people got no reason to live)
Haha fuckin' faggot
[Xzibit:]
If ya So So Def then bitch get a hearing aid
Ain't worth ya gauge ya heart pumping lemonade
Hook, line and sinker ya took the bait
Act ya age, not ya size, not ya weight
Every time you professional making hits
Why it always gotta sound like the next men shit?
Went from Big to Puff to Snoop to Jay
Hey Jermaine who's dick you gon' ride today?
Couldn't wait to get the green light from Dr. Dre
Never liked ya fuckin' ass any goddamn way
And I could care less if we label mates
Your style been dead Columbia should drop the weight
I got love for Da Brat get off Bow Wow back
Fuck you, fuck ya niggas that's writing ya raps
What up lo get ya L.A. pass revoked
Don't get me wrong Papa Smurf you won't get smoked
But ya might get robbed and choked
Or you might disappear, kidnapped with no ransom note
Off the leash, off the hook, off the chain
Fuck Jermaine you ain't gotta say my name
Speak now or forever hold a dick in ya mouth
You ain't the mayor, you don't run shit in the South
Scarface run the South, mafucka you a peon
The underage bitch in the Kelly tape getting pee'd on
Cock-eyed midget with a Napoleon complex
Nickelodeon fetish you represent nonsense
Harlem Shake to that, high jump to hell
You the best in the business, I can't tell
Too late to apologize kiss my ass
We about to cut your whole sound scan in half
Got to keep your hands up homie protect yo'self
Stop fucking with the West nigga respect yo'self
It's a short ride to the top and a long way down
Look Man vs. Machine about to drop now
This ain't no beef it's more like lunch meat
Loss caliber heat let's take it to the street, mafucka
Ha ha...ha ha....ha ha.....ha ha ha ha ha ha....haaaa ha ha ha ha ha
Oh my god...yeah, yeah
Living A Lie lyrics - KDDK & Xzibit
Livin' a lie
Dark as the night
My heart is stained
And my head's in the gutter
Put up a fight
One last time
This is the way
That we save each other
It's too late when you die
No more living a lie
Found my seat at the table
Keep my executive side
I was built for the future
I can't live in the past
Living life by the bullet
Life will come at you fast
Better brace for the crash
People are losing each other
Brother is killing brother
And sister abusing each other
And when it all falls down
We gon' pick up the pieces
Sharpen all the edges
And stick it to all the non-believers
Livin' a lie
Dark as the night
My heart is stained
And my head's in the gutter
Put up a fight
One last time
This is the way
That we save each other
Livin' a lie
Dark as the night
My heart is stained
And my head's in the gutter
Put up a fight
One last time
This is the way
That we save each other
Better get it thru your head
We was left for dead, mislead
Victim of the lies that the living spread
Ain't nobody here to save us
We can only save ourselves
Life is what you make it
Even if that means a living hell
Everything is not for sale
This is where we take a stand
Hand in hand
Smuggle contraband to the promise land
Interrupt the master plan
Scream if you came to fight
Or else you gon' be running for your life
Forever!
Livin' a lie
Dark as the night
My heart is stained
And my head's in the gutter
Put up a fight
One last time
This is the way
That we save each other
Livin' a lie
Dark as the night
My heart is stained
And my head's in the gutter
Put up a fight
One last time
This is the way
That we save each other
I'm just like you, we've done bad in our lives
Holy crimes, justify that we're full of lies
Not really looking for salvation in brother's eyes
'Cause time flies but the soulmate never dies
It's popular to run away and blame the world, ain't it?
No real future, no real meaning
I'm not a saint, mate, nah, but I've been asking questions
Living a life in the state of a great depression
Livin' a lie
Dark as the night
My heart is stained
And my head's in the gutter
Put up a fight
One last time
This is the way
That we save each other
Livin' a lie
Dark as the night
My heart is stained
And my head's in the gutter
Put up a fight
One last time
This is the way
That we save each other
Niños lyrics - Aczino & Xzibit
Yoh-eh
Yeah-oh
With my mother fuckin' macho
La calle no es un juego de niños
Hasta los niños, jalan el gatillo
Te ciegan con el brillo del cuchillo
Construyen casa nada más con un ladrillo
La calle no es un juego de niños
Hasta los niños, jalan el gatillo
Te ciegan con el brillo del cuchillo
Construyen casa' nada más con un ladrillo
Luces de semáforo iluminan el asfalto
Vecinos en ventanas atestiguan los asaltos
En un sistema falto, los altos mandos nunca van a poner alto
Los que tienen contactos, siempre salen intactos
Solo verdaderos mantienen el pacto
Aquí se hacen tratos, sin firmar formato
La palabra vale mucho más que un contrato (¡Woh!)
Algunos solo se dejan llevar (¡Qué más!)
La calle lo lleva pal' camino del mal (¡Qué más!)
Los devora los colmillos de la ciudad (¡Qué más!)
No les da un respiro ni oportunidad (¡What!)
Un día estas abajo otro día en primera (¡Yeah!)
Un día tienes todo y otro no hay una moneda (¡Nah!)
La vida no esta comprada no sabes lo que te espera (Yo-Yo-Yoh)
Todo cambia como las serpientes y escaleras
La calle no es un juego de niños
Hasta los niños, jalan el gatillo
Te ciegan con el brillo del cuchillo
Construyen casa' nada más con un ladrillo
La calle no es un juego de niños
Hasta los niños, jalan el gatillo
Te ciegan con el brillo del cuchillo
Construyen casa' nada más con un ladrillo
We a long way aways from them old days
We advanced, we evolved done with them old ways
Hit 'em with an avalanche stuck in them hallways
Move like the unit gang rules and well paid
You won't ever believe what we got on the block
To go to war with (Boom)
Chain guns, bring Jhon Wick you won't do shit
Gangsta moves happen to the kids to get used to
What don't happen in they face, they watchin' it on youtube
Desperate people do dumb shit
They will shoot you
Load up everything
Make it connect like a bluetooth
Coked out bitches can hoola-hoop with a fruit loop
Bitches that keister contraband in they poop shoots
I remember serving cocaine with a duece duece
God honest truth, all my dogs get loose
So we only going up
Never back down
I will knock you face off your face
For the sack now
Aczino
La calle no es un juego de niños
Hasta los niños, jalan el gatillo
Te ciegan con el brillo del cuchillo
Construyen casa' nada más con un ladrillo
La calle no es un juego de niños
Hasta los niños, jalan el gatillo
Te ciegan con el brillo del cuchillo
Construyen casa' nada más con un ladrillo
Suenan las sirenas de patrullas y ambulancias
Los dos andan en busca de sustancias
Pero en diferentes circunstancias y todo por las ganancias
Algunos viven en desgracia y solamente comen ansias
Viven en otra galaxia, más pastillas que la farmacia
Sueños que se escapan por la coladera
Cuerpos que se encuentran por la carretera
Ya no sale el sol, ni en la primavera
Ya fue un día bueno con que no me muera
Ten cuidado a quien le entregas tu confianza
Porque luego tendrás que salir con fianza
Aquí murió primero la esperanza el mundo se mueve a base de transas
La calle no es un juego de niños
Hasta los niños, jalan el gatillo
Te ciegan con el brillo del cuchillo
Construyen casa' nada más con un ladrillo
La calle no es un juego de niños
Hasta los niños, jalan el gatillo
Te ciegan con el brillo del cuchillo
Construyen casa' nada más con un ladrillo
Runway Walk lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Young De)
The runway walk
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na
The runway walk
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na
The runway walk
Let me see your runway walk
Make your heels click, make the runway talk
Come on
Pretty-ass women taking pictures
They never come outside until they look vicious
Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
My party chick want moscato out the bottle
My Mary Jane wanna fly like Lois Lane
My sober chick just wants some good
I got it all, so tell me, how could I complain?
Ain't no need to reconsider the pick of the litters here
They had one hell of a night, we had a hell of a year
The camera light, bright, flash white as veneers
You ain't never thinkin' twice when your vision is clear
We gon' dummy dummy with plenty of money to spend
Honey, honey, if you love me, then bring one of your friends in
And let's take shots, no chasers, call it memory erasers, play the blame game later
The runway walk
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na
The runway walk
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na
The runway walk
Let me see your runway walk
Make your heels click, make the runway talk
Come on
Pretty-ass women taking pictures
They never come outside until they look vicious
Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
Now I'm the beast from the West, so you best beware
I don't care to lock 'em down, I knock 'em down in pairs
On the couch, in the bed, kitchen counter, or stairs
Wherever you want it, baby, I'm taking you there
The way you walk in them heels, beyond sex appeal
Beyond any type of feeling you get from taking a pill
I don't care if they're real, could care less if they're fake
I like the way that you move and the way you're making it shake
Casually dating ball players that bore you to death
Feel like I'm digging for oil, you feel it up in your chest
Love the way that you dressing, God bless you, girl
Now go and show your sexy ass to the rest of the world
The runway walk
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na
The runway walk
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na
The runway walk
Let me see your runway walk
Make your heels click, make the runway talk
Come on
Pretty-ass women taking pictures
They never come outside until they look vicious
Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
Damn!
What I gotta say to get a piece of that?
Na-na, na-na, na-na
Shroomz Pt. II lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Everlast)
[Everlast:]
Oh this tastes like shit
Oh, that's awful
[Xzibit:]
Whitey Ford takes the flows, y'all
See I'm about to have the time of my life, Bacardi on ice
Live from Los Angeles, it's Saturday night
While others staty tight we're looking for some parties to crash
I never bounce, rock and splash without my Alkaholik stash
I scooped the homie Tash, introduce me to Everlast
He know where the bitches move fast so we can have a blast
[Everlast (Xzibit):]
I think you know my man Sadat from the Nubian crew
And I can see you're rolling tight with the Likwit too, yeah
I make room for every crew whose beats be booming
I know you puffing some weed but are you down with some shrooming
(Shrooming, hell nah, that's what the white boys be doing)
I got room in the jeep, we can mash a few down
Eat a few bags of shit and we could mash up a town
See I know this spot where them things will be hot
We guarantee at least two chickens up in every pot
So whatcha want (whatcha got), ay yo, eat some of these
And thrust us all up, you'll be cool like a breeze
[Xzibit (Everlast):]
Brought me back some orange juice, two vitamin C's
And the look on my face look like a painful disease
They tasted awful but by that time I had a jawful
(Just chill, ten minutes and it's all downhill)
Downhill, how does it feel, how long does it take to work
Am I gonna fry my disk, does it make my stomach hurt
Captain Kirk pulled into the night club parking lot
The line was aroudn the block, hurry up and find a spot
Straight to the bar drinking hennessey and orange juice
I gotta be trippin', that bitch just melted through the floor
[Everlast (Xzibit):]
Yo, either I'm high or I think that I'm dreaming
Don't take this shot wrong, but X you look like a demon (what)
And I might start scremaing, I think I might puke (yeah)
Cause I just heard a voice saying use the voice Luke, what the fuck
[Xzibit:]
Brothers and sisters walking by that I recognize
Feeling hypnotized, Peoples Dilated changing sides
To my surprise we didn't even have to scrap tonight
Higher than kites, staring at lights, this a other type of high
[Everlast:]
My mouth was dry, I forgot how to breathe
And I just saw some shit that you wouldn't believe
With this bomb, baby palm, ain't no tricks up my sleeve
Let me slide up in this mix, get some chicks and we'll leave
[Xzibit:]
We be stumblin' straight from the bar, straight to the car
Feeling like my feet getting stuck to the street
Went to my house smokin' trees, playing video games
Everlast, a couple of homies, a couple of days
[Everlast:]
It was me, X and Tash, we was smokin' a J
With this girl named Michelle, and her friend Chantay
Pumpin' Straight Outta Compton by N-W-A
Am I talking out loud or just thinkin' this way
[Xzibit:]
Damn I can't find my keys, chickens ready to leave
They're ready to bounce, yo I think we smoked the whole ounce
I'm roaming the house, finding my words hard to pronounce
Talking to myself, see Mariah Gage on the shelf
For everything stays deep, I shoulda known all the cases
Twenty-five lightnings is what Xzibit is facin'
If somebody catch a slug at my house
That's the last time I ever put some stupid ass drugs in my mouth
Pulled a fifty, unloaded the gage, at least I thought so
Except I kept one in the chamber for Vinnie ?
That's what I forgot, that's what I lost
When I pointed the barrel at the floor and the gauge went off
The Mad In The Game (Madden 2001 Theme) lyrics - Xzibit
Hahhhh! Yeah!
Ladies and gentlemen, yeah! 2001!
Look I'm better than you and I can prove it
Set up your best defense I run through it
Check out the play by play with John Madden
Xzibit and EA Sports we come smashin'
Yeah! Its all in the game
Let me explain, bringing the fame
You can set it off in the rain, set it off in the snow
Forth down and one to go
Run your own franchise boilin' with Team Ecko
I'm here for one thing to smash the other team
Breaking you down, everything you pass is out of bounds and incomplete
Ecko unlimited athletes making you stumble and fumble
Your offense in deep trouble
Yeah!
In that field, feel the power! (Yeah, yeah!)
Only thing you hittin' is the ground in the showers (Uhhh)
Playbook full of technique I'm playing for keeps (Yeah)
Mouthpiece, put on your pads and tighten your clets (Ahhhhhhhha!)
In that field, feel the power! (Yeah)
Only thing you hittin' is the ground in the showers (Uhhh)
Playbook full of technique I'm playing for keeps
Mouthpiece, put on your pads and tighten your clets (Yeah)
Check the stats the numbers don't lie
Your quaterback throw lame ducks that don't fly
22 players with a passion to play
Top of Madden football at home always
Brought to you live by EA Sports
Try to rush for the first down but still fell short (Yeah!)
You hear the support from thousands of fans (*crowd cheering*)
Up in the stands pushin' off Superbowl plans
You will contact EA Sports you realize the facts (Yeah)
You might have kicked it off or caught the ball and ran it back
Welcome to the dog house you getting blown out
After the game you see the Madden bus rollin' out
Yeah!
In that field, feel the power! (Yeah!)
Only thing you hittin' is the ground in the showers (cmon)
Playbook full of technique I'm playing for keeps
Mouthpiece, put on your pads and tighten your clets (Ahhhhhhhha!)
In that field, feel the power! (Uhhh)
Only thing you hittin' is the ground in the showers (Yeah)
Playbook full of technique I'm playing for keeps
Mouthpiece, put on your pads and tighten your clets
Yeah
What You Can't C lyrics - Xzibit
Let me roll somethin' witcha
Let me smoke somethin' witcha
Let me light this up
Let me blow somethin' withca
Let me roll somethin' witcha
Let me smoke somethin' witcha
Let me light this up
Let me blow somethin' withca
Mr X to the Z dog, I had to do it
Locked the game down like Martha Stewart
Like a big bodied Mercedes, get into it
This ain't no luck of the draw, I'm supposed to do it
They say we're in the last days so I stay with the bottle
And stay swingin' for the fifths like its no tomorrow
Make a nigga trade hard like I'm custom model
Each one, teach one, we gonna lead, so follow
Niggas soft like avocado, trying to hold bravado
My tips be hollow, some real hard shit to swallow
It's the S.A.S express don't get caught on the tracks
We got no brakes we just break backs
We came in broke, now we got to leave with the whole stack
Get slapped get smoked like a dope sack
Cannabis and cheeba on the block with a heater
Like if I can't sell mine, y'all can't neither
You can read me in the magazines
Or watch me on the TV screen
If you ever tryin' to take for me
That's gon' be the last day you breath
Nobody here rides for free
You fuckin' with a real O.G
I stick 'n move like a young Ali
You can't hit what you can't see.... (me, me)
Let me roll somethin' witcha
Let me smoke somethin' witcha
Let me light this up
Let me blow somethin' withca
To all my niggas drinkin' Cool-O
Gettin' bent in prison
Watchin' the game, they can't stop us from livin'
I was givin' the direction but I never took it
The path was crooked and cracked so I learned to cook it
It's the black [?], the world on his back
Animal instinct, adjust to my habitat
Any situation, react
You get manhandled and slapped down, mean not fuckin' around
I think big like the heart that rests in my chest
Fuck punk motherfuckers that pray for my death
Niggas want me to show love, but ain't none left
Won't speak no names, I won't waste my breath
Got too much stamina, too much energy
Strengthen capabilities to crush my enemies
And that feelin' brings me peace and tranquility
Real estate, power, sports cars in Italy
You can read me in the magazines
Or watch me on the TV screen
If you ever tryin' to take for me
That's gon' be the last day you breath
Nobody here rides for free
You fuckin' with a real O.G
I stick 'n move like a young Ali
You can't hit what you can't see...(me, me)
Let me roll somethin' witcha
Let me smoke somethin' witcha
Let me light this up
Let me blow somethin' withca
Another nigga like Xzibit just can't be found
I eliminate dead weight slowin' me down
Don't know how to back down only hold my ground
Check the resume
They just cock it and spray
Ya'll niggas just sloppy and gay, get hit with a K
Stand trial for murder and lock me away
Throwin' bows like Anthony Pillar
For my foes, bullet hoes through ya clothes and that fake Chinchilla
For all my niggas in the hustle, celebrate ya life
Fucking Bush administration tryin' to take your life
X man exchange the data, hate the hater
Hit the earth so hard leaving cracks and craters
Niggas wanna spend money on hats and gaters
Hoes in Vegas they gotta have chrome and dames
But don't wanna do a third of the work
I built an empire from dirt
I put you in a world of hurt...fucker!!!
You can read me in the magazines
Or watch me on the TV screen
If you ever tryin' to take for me
That's gon' be the last day you breath
Nobody here rides for free
You fuckin' with a real O.G
I stick 'n move like a young Ali
You can't hit what you can't see...(me, me)
With God lyrics - Locksmith, Xzibit & Ras Kass (feat. Brevi)
Beware the company that you keep (God!)
I was raised in a different era (What?)
The set of values that y'all use could never pair us (Yeah)
Y'all confuse celebrity with integrity
So I regrettably, readily expose what's in the mirror
Bitch nigga, what the bidness is?
Fake rappers do more damage than any minstrel did
Now the fairer skin has been peppered in, the era ends
They done got better at coonin' than most these niggas is (Damn)
Step and fetch some recognition
Do we really like this shit, or just victims of repetition?
If we record pitchin', they pickin' the least, most definitive (Nah)
I don't follow trends, they purposefully try to limit his
Let's eliminate the label from the genre (Yeah)
Let the labels lactate fate in the form of karma (What?)
If you calmly disagree then they label you as a problem (Uh)
I'ma be a thorn in they side 'til they embalm him, God
We walk with God
Beware the company you keep
Been here too long
Keep all their wickedness from me
Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh
Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh
I was raised with respect
So I live by a code that was laid by the vets
When y'all niggas pay homage to your ancestors
When y'all niggas be honest, you let the man get ya
Tap Dancin', man-tannin' and spoon slappin'
Bandwagonin' and hand slappin' the grand dragon
I hate the fact that I was right
When ten percent of the weak shit is hoggin' up the light
And why it's only poor niggas pourin' up the Sprite?
I survived the struggle, I'm blessed, driven and humble
When I pour libations, I usually make it a double, yeah (Ooh-ooh)
'Cause I came from King T
I emcee, I kill rappers and think backwards
So it's like you're fucked, catch fakes between takes and I'll touch y'all up
Let's loop the beat breaks, watch me fuck y'all up
That's on God we trust, Xzibit
We walk with God
Beware the company you keep
Been here too long
Keep all their wickedness from me
Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh
Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh
'Murica to the motherland, our future is backwards
Black shores, hijacked Moors became the crack whores
Rap offs, what snitches gettin' stacks for?
Marcus Garvey, Black Star, pilot the Blackbird
Only real ones come aboard, we don't want accord
We accept Jesus like you love the Lord
Born again, like Jason Ultimatum
They can't control the prophesy, so they hate him
Underrate him
I read the haters DNA verbatim (Whoo)
Electrocute a nigga like Raiden
This is called rap, y'all sayin' we too lyrical?
That's like making square basketballs, not spherical (Facts)
Master say some dumb shit, get repeated by jigaboos
You dumb nigga, you, pen hit you like whips
Or the spindle do, then make your physical flip
Inventing more styles with more bows in this bitch
We walk with God
Beware the company you keep
Been here too long
Keep all their wickedness from me
Walk with God
Keep all their wickedness from me
Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh
Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh
Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh
Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh
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