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