[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
Let it Rain Lyrics - Xzibit (feat. King Tee, Tha Alkaholiks)
[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]
[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]
Recycled Assassins Lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Montageone)
[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]
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]
Don't Let The Money Make You Lyrics - Xzibit (feat. King Tee, Soopafly)
[Intro: An interview with Xzibit]
[I] I want to ask you, what is more important to you guys?
All the money that you guys are talkin' about?
Or the artform? Or, what is more important? The Lyrics?
Or the leather sized stuff?
[X] I think, what we tryin' to do is device a way that the
artform and the money is like on a equal level.
You know what I mean, that, that like he said, is a fine
line where gotta pleas the crowd or pleas the artists
that are listenin' to you. And pleas the real hip-hop
underground people that, that, that is looking for that
you know, that real shit. It's only a certain way that
that you can go up and doin' it
[Verse 1: Xzibit]
Xzibit keep it on deck
Live, vinyl, CD or cassette
Whatever you select
I keep you bouncin' like a bad cheque
See I should have a trigger tattooed on my neck
To represent the heat that I repeat
Now you can take the highs out of the beat
But never take the rucked out of the rhyme
Or tribalize, look into the eyes of the emotional
Your whole style is promotional
A dead giveaway to me is just another business day
Xzibit here to stay
My life, a tribute to the A.K,
you wanna play
A situation only one man can walk away from
The same way he came
When I spit flame, it spits flames like your middlename
So why do I say fuck the fame
Because it come and go
The industry's a pet without refused to be that gigolo
I put the dope in, got fo's and tatoos
Niggas make ya money
But let the money make you
[Hook: King T x2]
We make, make money, money
Take's money to survive
The meanin' of life with statted chips is stay alive
Cause it's all about the C-notes
Gonna be fuckin' when you're rollin' this too
Don't let the money make you
[Verse 2: Soopafly]
It's Soopafly,
comin' with that gangsta shit
That shit that only gangstas be gettin' gangsta with
The pimps, hustlers and the players know the rank I get
Never have to get no money from the bank, I get shit
I Stomp down your whole compound
Takin' all the shots
Device from the few I'm rise
Let the others drop
I elevate
Who drop when a dime never got me straight
I'm still goin' for broke
I push you to the stroke
And one man loc and say high
Smokin' to keep an open, mind
Focus on military time provokin'
The G in me, nigga
(?) when he tried to step the Soopafly
AZ you are shit
Now gettin' down with the Pound
Now who can shake it till it break ground
Many motherfuckers are greedy
There's only one thing needed like E.D.I, Amin / I mean business
When it comes to the cash, I'm movin' quick
(Xzibit: Any other nigga eat a dick)
Fuck type shit
Make ya step back
Soopafly, hit like crack
Life is a jet
Maintainin' the top figures deliver
The raw, rugged likwidation that be runnin' the river
Now, whether if a nigga step up
Be prepared to kick your rap up
Try to die in line for you cheque, huh nigga
[Hook: King T x2]
[Verse 3: Xzibit]
So when I die,
bury me upside-down
So the whole world can kiss my ass
Live fast
Sippin' from my bottomless glass of Hennessy, straight
So I catch you (?)
Xzibit comin' down like a saint
So prepare for the judgement day
Be careful what the fuck you say
Rhyme these parts
Amadeus and Mozart,
the love for the arts and crash
Paragraphs to bust niggas in half
That's what I fuck with
(?) time to get my duck sit
Miss me if you try to make a buck with
I mean a quick buck, only got bad luck
Black cash every black trash
Never relax, never get attached to anything
That's not gonna hand so life
I come back like Christ
Pacific natural ice
With Sharif makin' sure R&B, was well done
Might live by the gun,
but keep livin' through my livin' son
[Hook: King T x4]
[Outro:]
[King T]
We make, make, money, money, make, money, money, money [x4]
We take money, take money, take money, money, money [x4]
[Soopafly]
Don't let this money make you
[I] I want to ask you, what is more important to you guys?
All the money that you guys are talkin' about?
Or the artform? Or, what is more important? The Lyrics?
Or the leather sized stuff?
[X] I think, what we tryin' to do is device a way that the
artform and the money is like on a equal level.
You know what I mean, that, that like he said, is a fine
line where gotta pleas the crowd or pleas the artists
that are listenin' to you. And pleas the real hip-hop
underground people that, that, that is looking for that
you know, that real shit. It's only a certain way that
that you can go up and doin' it
[Verse 1: Xzibit]
Xzibit keep it on deck
Live, vinyl, CD or cassette
Whatever you select
I keep you bouncin' like a bad cheque
See I should have a trigger tattooed on my neck
To represent the heat that I repeat
Now you can take the highs out of the beat
But never take the rucked out of the rhyme
Or tribalize, look into the eyes of the emotional
Your whole style is promotional
A dead giveaway to me is just another business day
Xzibit here to stay
My life, a tribute to the A.K,
you wanna play
A situation only one man can walk away from
The same way he came
When I spit flame, it spits flames like your middlename
So why do I say fuck the fame
Because it come and go
The industry's a pet without refused to be that gigolo
I put the dope in, got fo's and tatoos
Niggas make ya money
But let the money make you
[Hook: King T x2]
We make, make money, money
Take's money to survive
The meanin' of life with statted chips is stay alive
Cause it's all about the C-notes
Gonna be fuckin' when you're rollin' this too
Don't let the money make you
[Verse 2: Soopafly]
It's Soopafly,
comin' with that gangsta shit
That shit that only gangstas be gettin' gangsta with
The pimps, hustlers and the players know the rank I get
Never have to get no money from the bank, I get shit
I Stomp down your whole compound
Takin' all the shots
Device from the few I'm rise
Let the others drop
I elevate
Who drop when a dime never got me straight
I'm still goin' for broke
I push you to the stroke
And one man loc and say high
Smokin' to keep an open, mind
Focus on military time provokin'
The G in me, nigga
(?) when he tried to step the Soopafly
AZ you are shit
Now gettin' down with the Pound
Now who can shake it till it break ground
Many motherfuckers are greedy
There's only one thing needed like E.D.I, Amin / I mean business
When it comes to the cash, I'm movin' quick
(Xzibit: Any other nigga eat a dick)
Fuck type shit
Make ya step back
Soopafly, hit like crack
Life is a jet
Maintainin' the top figures deliver
The raw, rugged likwidation that be runnin' the river
Now, whether if a nigga step up
Be prepared to kick your rap up
Try to die in line for you cheque, huh nigga
[Hook: King T x2]
[Verse 3: Xzibit]
So when I die,
bury me upside-down
So the whole world can kiss my ass
Live fast
Sippin' from my bottomless glass of Hennessy, straight
So I catch you (?)
Xzibit comin' down like a saint
So prepare for the judgement day
Be careful what the fuck you say
Rhyme these parts
Amadeus and Mozart,
the love for the arts and crash
Paragraphs to bust niggas in half
That's what I fuck with
(?) time to get my duck sit
Miss me if you try to make a buck with
I mean a quick buck, only got bad luck
Black cash every black trash
Never relax, never get attached to anything
That's not gonna hand so life
I come back like Christ
Pacific natural ice
With Sharif makin' sure R&B, was well done
Might live by the gun,
but keep livin' through my livin' son
[Hook: King T x4]
[Outro:]
[King T]
We make, make, money, money, make, money, money, money [x4]
We take money, take money, take money, money, money [x4]
[Soopafly]
Don't let this money make you
At The Speed Of Life Lyrics - Xzibit
[Intro:]
Listen you fuckers, you screwheads
Here's a man who won't take it anymore
A man who stood up against
The skunk, the kunts, the dogs, the fill, the shit
Here is some one who stood up
Here is...
Yeah! this is it for anybody usin bodies
presents, Xzibit movin at the speed of life
Yeah! check it
[Verse One:]
It took a long time comin but we waited
Xzibit went from underated
To now most antcipaded
never would of thought that I would rock your set
And get love and respect without no special effects
Only the rugged ruff shit that the hard rock need
Lyrics must contain more then just clothes bitches and weed
thinkin' how you like to see the next man bleed
Tryin to glority greed
Livin life at ridiculuos speed-indeed!
The main goal to achieve, is to succeed
Have it laid out for your seed
But the world gets colder every day by day
Physically, mentally gettin drained by L.A.
Trying to find piece of mind
is like trying to find a gold mine
it just wont happen
no time for relaxin
Real soldiers of fortune
the front line of the action
So never show a nigga what you packin'
"You know what i'm sayin'?"
It's too much weight to be juggling
who do you picture when you think about struggling
Kids in the bed, no food stomach bubbilin
Niggas in the E-class heavy drug smugglin
[Chorus:]
Movin...yeah!
yes movin...
At the speed of life
[Verse Two:]
And plus I feel that no style is darker than mine
There was a time it was all about beats and rhymes
But nowadays the blind just follow the blind
and when I die!
Niggas still recite these lines
to rock the heads, waterbeds citys and towns
Bringin strength to the masses that be holdin it down
the underground! to upper echelon and beyond
Xzibit rock and roll the streets like a vagabond
Nigga wanna trip you gettin dissed like a blond bitch
mackin to Farrakhan, I run game like a marathon
It's here today then tomorrow it's gone
It's the law of the land
a straight modern day babylon!
[Chorus:]
Movin...yeah! yeah! like this
Like this...at the speed of life
Ah! Bring it live, yeah!
[Verse Three:]
Xzibit lookin at the earth thru wide angles
I found a stairway to heaven in a city of lost angels
Where small situations turn to altercation
with a heavy ass price
'cause niggas don't fight no more!
before hip hop was all about drama
anything for a dollar before Kane fucked Madona
Xzibit maintain and stayed bent like a comma
Just me and my bottle
we shall lead not follow
Emcees be full of shit
but they style be hollow
it seems you've bitin off more
than you can possibly swallow
just a day in the life of a man named X
only blunt and latex for the oppisite sex
you see niggas comin thru to smoke and pay respect
ever since fifteen, I been ready for anything
whatever they bring in any shape, form or fashion
I live to the fullest and rip rhyme with a passion
but in the mean while if worse comes to worst
bust a round or bust a verse whatever comes first
Yeah! we got it locked down tight
Xzibit bring truth to the light
shit is movin at the speed of life
[Chorus:]
Movin...
At the speed of life
Listen you fuckers, you screwheads
Here's a man who won't take it anymore
A man who stood up against
The skunk, the kunts, the dogs, the fill, the shit
Here is some one who stood up
Here is...
Yeah! this is it for anybody usin bodies
presents, Xzibit movin at the speed of life
Yeah! check it
[Verse One:]
It took a long time comin but we waited
Xzibit went from underated
To now most antcipaded
never would of thought that I would rock your set
And get love and respect without no special effects
Only the rugged ruff shit that the hard rock need
Lyrics must contain more then just clothes bitches and weed
thinkin' how you like to see the next man bleed
Tryin to glority greed
Livin life at ridiculuos speed-indeed!
The main goal to achieve, is to succeed
Have it laid out for your seed
But the world gets colder every day by day
Physically, mentally gettin drained by L.A.
Trying to find piece of mind
is like trying to find a gold mine
it just wont happen
no time for relaxin
Real soldiers of fortune
the front line of the action
So never show a nigga what you packin'
"You know what i'm sayin'?"
It's too much weight to be juggling
who do you picture when you think about struggling
Kids in the bed, no food stomach bubbilin
Niggas in the E-class heavy drug smugglin
[Chorus:]
Movin...yeah!
yes movin...
At the speed of life
[Verse Two:]
And plus I feel that no style is darker than mine
There was a time it was all about beats and rhymes
But nowadays the blind just follow the blind
and when I die!
Niggas still recite these lines
to rock the heads, waterbeds citys and towns
Bringin strength to the masses that be holdin it down
the underground! to upper echelon and beyond
Xzibit rock and roll the streets like a vagabond
Nigga wanna trip you gettin dissed like a blond bitch
mackin to Farrakhan, I run game like a marathon
It's here today then tomorrow it's gone
It's the law of the land
a straight modern day babylon!
[Chorus:]
Movin...yeah! yeah! like this
Like this...at the speed of life
Ah! Bring it live, yeah!
[Verse Three:]
Xzibit lookin at the earth thru wide angles
I found a stairway to heaven in a city of lost angels
Where small situations turn to altercation
with a heavy ass price
'cause niggas don't fight no more!
before hip hop was all about drama
anything for a dollar before Kane fucked Madona
Xzibit maintain and stayed bent like a comma
Just me and my bottle
we shall lead not follow
Emcees be full of shit
but they style be hollow
it seems you've bitin off more
than you can possibly swallow
just a day in the life of a man named X
only blunt and latex for the oppisite sex
you see niggas comin thru to smoke and pay respect
ever since fifteen, I been ready for anything
whatever they bring in any shape, form or fashion
I live to the fullest and rip rhyme with a passion
but in the mean while if worse comes to worst
bust a round or bust a verse whatever comes first
Yeah! we got it locked down tight
Xzibit bring truth to the light
shit is movin at the speed of life
[Chorus:]
Movin...
At the speed of life
Just Maintain Lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Hurricane Gee and J-Ro)
[Xzibit]
I look you in the grill
And I laugh inside
Niggas always perpetratin
Like they down to ride
But please don't try to tell me
What I can not see
What's the real definiton
Of A Fake MC
[J-Ro]
Muthafuckas only rappin since 93
And expect all props
[Xzibit]
Them gettin dropped like hot rocks
"So stop what you doin cause I'm
About to ruin".....
Like Shock-G get turned to stone
Tryin to rock me
I seperate my thought process
From stress, 24 tracks inside my brain
Tyrin to maintain
I bang shit without no gang or jherri curls
I seem like Kadeem
In a whole different world
It's the girls the cars niggas lose themselves
Forgettin who they are
When they try to be that superstar
They don't understand
It's all in the game plan
Exploit the art
And watch Hip-Hop fall apart
But I'm a do my part, and stay true
And keep breakin down bitch niggas like you
[HOOK]
[Hurrincane Gee]
I'm not the type
To play games or drop
Name I just maintain
And burn rappers out the frame
Doin my part to stay true
And keep breakin down
Bitch niggas like you
[Xzibit]
But above all else
I represent it for myself
Leavin muthafuckas stretched out
Or better yet X-ed out
Xzibit, Excelerate, I rush it to the extreme
Like nicotine, never get me clean
From your blood stream
We all can't bust, so do it how you must
But if you hustle, avoid gettin rushed
With hand cuffs plus
In got we trust but don't trust us, we just
Add to the ashes, then pick up the dust
Like that
[J-Ro]
I make it seem
Like you havin bad dreams
Have you wakin up out your sleep
By your own screams
Xzibit has arrived Goddamit
[Xzibit]
We bout to rock the whole planet
And bitch niggas can't stand it
Try to play the back and look intense
You need to hit a fence
You don't want none of this
Hands on experience
I'm no the type to play games
Or drop names I just
Maintain and drop rappers out the frame
[Hurricane Gee]
I bring it to the ruffest toughest
Mic killers
And you wanna be niggas
And you burn bithces, type vicious
Imitating Hurricane flow for riches
You don't know the half
I got the ill vocab double rap style
Gettin bucked
More freaky than your last good fuck
Milkin you like ba ba pieces
Meetin niggas lyrical wishes
Writin rhymes and washin out dishes
Flowin with the likwid wicked
Representin with my nigga Xzibit
And we gonna do it
And do it and do it
Til you satisfied! cause shit is tight
Bodiqua C.E.O. on the mic
Smashin and trashin
Fuck Moschino fashion
All you muthafuckas need to stop askin
Valued more than the chrome
On your last set of wheels
Hurricane here to reign on your brain
Just maintain
I look you in the grill
And I laugh inside
Niggas always perpetratin
Like they down to ride
But please don't try to tell me
What I can not see
What's the real definiton
Of A Fake MC
[J-Ro]
Muthafuckas only rappin since 93
And expect all props
[Xzibit]
Them gettin dropped like hot rocks
"So stop what you doin cause I'm
About to ruin".....
Like Shock-G get turned to stone
Tryin to rock me
I seperate my thought process
From stress, 24 tracks inside my brain
Tyrin to maintain
I bang shit without no gang or jherri curls
I seem like Kadeem
In a whole different world
It's the girls the cars niggas lose themselves
Forgettin who they are
When they try to be that superstar
They don't understand
It's all in the game plan
Exploit the art
And watch Hip-Hop fall apart
But I'm a do my part, and stay true
And keep breakin down bitch niggas like you
[HOOK]
[Hurrincane Gee]
I'm not the type
To play games or drop
Name I just maintain
And burn rappers out the frame
Doin my part to stay true
And keep breakin down
Bitch niggas like you
[Xzibit]
But above all else
I represent it for myself
Leavin muthafuckas stretched out
Or better yet X-ed out
Xzibit, Excelerate, I rush it to the extreme
Like nicotine, never get me clean
From your blood stream
We all can't bust, so do it how you must
But if you hustle, avoid gettin rushed
With hand cuffs plus
In got we trust but don't trust us, we just
Add to the ashes, then pick up the dust
Like that
[J-Ro]
I make it seem
Like you havin bad dreams
Have you wakin up out your sleep
By your own screams
Xzibit has arrived Goddamit
[Xzibit]
We bout to rock the whole planet
And bitch niggas can't stand it
Try to play the back and look intense
You need to hit a fence
You don't want none of this
Hands on experience
I'm no the type to play games
Or drop names I just
Maintain and drop rappers out the frame
[Hurricane Gee]
I bring it to the ruffest toughest
Mic killers
And you wanna be niggas
And you burn bithces, type vicious
Imitating Hurricane flow for riches
You don't know the half
I got the ill vocab double rap style
Gettin bucked
More freaky than your last good fuck
Milkin you like ba ba pieces
Meetin niggas lyrical wishes
Writin rhymes and washin out dishes
Flowin with the likwid wicked
Representin with my nigga Xzibit
And we gonna do it
And do it and do it
Til you satisfied! cause shit is tight
Bodiqua C.E.O. on the mic
Smashin and trashin
Fuck Moschino fashion
All you muthafuckas need to stop askin
Valued more than the chrome
On your last set of wheels
Hurricane here to reign on your brain
Just maintain
Eyes May Shine Lyrics - Xzibit
Yeah yeah
Look, you could've got away but your response wasn't quick enough
Can't preserve life 'cause the best wasn't thick enough
Teflon, Napalm, Homicide scenes
These are a few of my favorite things!
But I ain't Mary so ain't a damn thing poppin
Only death disease and a whole lota palm trees
Not only for mics, Xzibit is a way of life
Until my death so I celebrate success
Best of the best wouldn't test these waters with a yacht
Sendin' sixteen shots across your parking lot
All up on your proximity drinking Hennessy
Holdin down ground like the Statute of Liberty
So nobody ever can rush my spot
And the torch stay lit so I ain't worried about shit
It ain't where your from it's al about how you represent!
Unfamiliar faces better know who your fuckin' with
[Chorus 2x]
Eyes may shine, Teeth may grit
And all of that shit
And you still won't step
So what's next?
All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin
(You Better off buckin yourself)
(You need to stop frontin)
I'm only comin' through when it's time for collection
Xzibit forever nasty, spread like infection
Ain't no protection ever made by man to withstand this punishment
In other words runnin' shit
Keep your eyes wide cause the style gets darker
I make papers and see more new cars than Bob barker
'Cause if the price ain't right then it's time to take flight
Let the piece go twice to make sure you see the light
Plus I'm dreaded not by the locks but by the cops
And flocks of females that only think with their croth
Unlimitted smoke
The bonified cut throat Columbian neck tie
Now don't you look fly
I'll leave you there to be discovered by your mother
Or maybe your brother or your boty boy lover
No matter your backround Xzibit never backs down
Be prepared for static and semi automatics in your grill
[Chorus 2x]
Eyes may shine, Teeth may grit
And all of that shit
And you still won't step
So what's next?
All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin
(You Better off buckin yourself)
(You need to stop frontin)
Everything that come around go 3.6.0.
Longtitude and latitude
It's alll in the attitude
I'm in the mood to put a twist on things
Xzibit here to rock the planet 'till the fat bitch sings
The shit is closer than you think
Don't blink it might be over in a matter of seconds
I'd like to say this off the record
But it's not
So I testify to the fact
Chronic mixed with the Yak make a hellified contact
It makes it real easy to trip
Unload the whole clip on your block then split!
Aint no answers to the test you taken
Never move fakin'
Can't be shaken'
From my solid foundation like this
[Chorus 2x]
Eyes may shine, Teeth may grit
And all of that shit
And you still won't step
So what's next?
All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin
(You Better off buckin yourself)
(You need to stop frontin)
Look, you could've got away but your response wasn't quick enough
Can't preserve life 'cause the best wasn't thick enough
Teflon, Napalm, Homicide scenes
These are a few of my favorite things!
But I ain't Mary so ain't a damn thing poppin
Only death disease and a whole lota palm trees
Not only for mics, Xzibit is a way of life
Until my death so I celebrate success
Best of the best wouldn't test these waters with a yacht
Sendin' sixteen shots across your parking lot
All up on your proximity drinking Hennessy
Holdin down ground like the Statute of Liberty
So nobody ever can rush my spot
And the torch stay lit so I ain't worried about shit
It ain't where your from it's al about how you represent!
Unfamiliar faces better know who your fuckin' with
[Chorus 2x]
Eyes may shine, Teeth may grit
And all of that shit
And you still won't step
So what's next?
All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin
(You Better off buckin yourself)
(You need to stop frontin)
I'm only comin' through when it's time for collection
Xzibit forever nasty, spread like infection
Ain't no protection ever made by man to withstand this punishment
In other words runnin' shit
Keep your eyes wide cause the style gets darker
I make papers and see more new cars than Bob barker
'Cause if the price ain't right then it's time to take flight
Let the piece go twice to make sure you see the light
Plus I'm dreaded not by the locks but by the cops
And flocks of females that only think with their croth
Unlimitted smoke
The bonified cut throat Columbian neck tie
Now don't you look fly
I'll leave you there to be discovered by your mother
Or maybe your brother or your boty boy lover
No matter your backround Xzibit never backs down
Be prepared for static and semi automatics in your grill
[Chorus 2x]
Eyes may shine, Teeth may grit
And all of that shit
And you still won't step
So what's next?
All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin
(You Better off buckin yourself)
(You need to stop frontin)
Everything that come around go 3.6.0.
Longtitude and latitude
It's alll in the attitude
I'm in the mood to put a twist on things
Xzibit here to rock the planet 'till the fat bitch sings
The shit is closer than you think
Don't blink it might be over in a matter of seconds
I'd like to say this off the record
But it's not
So I testify to the fact
Chronic mixed with the Yak make a hellified contact
It makes it real easy to trip
Unload the whole clip on your block then split!
Aint no answers to the test you taken
Never move fakin'
Can't be shaken'
From my solid foundation like this
[Chorus 2x]
Eyes may shine, Teeth may grit
And all of that shit
And you still won't step
So what's next?
All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin
(You Better off buckin yourself)
(You need to stop frontin)
Positively Negative Lyrics - Xzibit (feat. King Tee)
[King Tee:]
Now let me introduce whose first
The nigga that's been down
with the set since birth
Whatever it was worth
I checked in on the norm
Since a juvenile callin'
Shots in the dorm
Moms said you better get right
Or shake the spot
I chose to break and be a rollin' stone
Like pop
Stashin' the rocks by the gats
With the Gs
So I can talk crazy when the narks yell freeze!
I don't fight the feelin'
Gotta hustle with a passion
Comin' cross state to put you down
With some action
In actuallity I keeps it real in the streets
Remininsin' younger days
Over gangsa ass beats
And I,
Hit the weed
Til myeye balls bleed
While my life is corrupted
By lust and greed
Serve you anything from cocaine
Up to speed
I came with the drank
So here's five on the weed
[Xzibit:]
See kids don't belong
Up in grown folks buisness
The Likwit niggas rollin' through with a thickness
Sickness bear witness
Like tequlla without a chaser
It burns going down
Niggas guarenteed to drown
Legendary sound
From the west coast underground
The mighty King Tee
And Mr. X to the Z, see
Never underestimate the power
Of the X man
Dismantle your plans
Or just catch you with a back hand
Xzbit bring it to you live
With the know how
Cool in a gang
And ain't about to change
My lifestyle
Catchin' bodies in this uphill battle
But Xzibit unravel
Have smoke will travel
I bust Teflon rhymes
Into the crowd, bitch
You anin't Steve Rif
So stop trying to get Loud
You need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision
Xzibit still winnin'
Unanimous decisions
[King Tee:]
It's going down
Once again everybody lay down
Run your money and the jewels
To the front without a sound
The infamous supreme King Tee
Glad to meet ya
Derranged in the mothafuckin' brain
Through ya speaka and hey
I walk around the hood lookin' looped
Strapped like a mothafuckin'
Desert strom troop
Niggas be like "King Tila
How you get that Benz?"
By sending birds to Oklahoma City
To my friends
I slang my gangsta funk
Through the night
Sometimes I fight
Like I'm the ghost of Eric Wright
Compton is where I dwell
It's like hell
Slangin' the shit that got the smokers
In a spell
And all my homies live lives
Like crooks
Rich and infamous
Hoes wanna look but get shook
Cause we don't trust you hoes
You'll have a nigga fucked up
With a bullet through his clothes
Positively nothings positive
Negativity positively how we live
Positively nothings positive
Negativity positively how we live
[Xzibit:]
Ladies and gentlemen
Undivided attention
Xzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson
It's the...
Most dangerous things next to grizzles
Unsolved mysteries
Xzibit hit you penetentary style
Quick sharp and straight to the neck
I'm heavy on your chest
I'm all up in your life
Like stress
The coast that resides to your left
Whre niggas perpitrate
And catch a fate worse than death
And like Cyanide I'm hard to detect
Got more desighns and stragiht lines
Than an architect
King Tee chapter four
Verse seven reads
Xzibit shall come and break down humanity
Niggas lose ther're sanity
Trying to handle me
Dysfunctional member of the Alkaholik family
Now let me introduce whose first
The nigga that's been down
with the set since birth
Whatever it was worth
I checked in on the norm
Since a juvenile callin'
Shots in the dorm
Moms said you better get right
Or shake the spot
I chose to break and be a rollin' stone
Like pop
Stashin' the rocks by the gats
With the Gs
So I can talk crazy when the narks yell freeze!
I don't fight the feelin'
Gotta hustle with a passion
Comin' cross state to put you down
With some action
In actuallity I keeps it real in the streets
Remininsin' younger days
Over gangsa ass beats
And I,
Hit the weed
Til myeye balls bleed
While my life is corrupted
By lust and greed
Serve you anything from cocaine
Up to speed
I came with the drank
So here's five on the weed
[Xzibit:]
See kids don't belong
Up in grown folks buisness
The Likwit niggas rollin' through with a thickness
Sickness bear witness
Like tequlla without a chaser
It burns going down
Niggas guarenteed to drown
Legendary sound
From the west coast underground
The mighty King Tee
And Mr. X to the Z, see
Never underestimate the power
Of the X man
Dismantle your plans
Or just catch you with a back hand
Xzbit bring it to you live
With the know how
Cool in a gang
And ain't about to change
My lifestyle
Catchin' bodies in this uphill battle
But Xzibit unravel
Have smoke will travel
I bust Teflon rhymes
Into the crowd, bitch
You anin't Steve Rif
So stop trying to get Loud
You need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision
Xzibit still winnin'
Unanimous decisions
[King Tee:]
It's going down
Once again everybody lay down
Run your money and the jewels
To the front without a sound
The infamous supreme King Tee
Glad to meet ya
Derranged in the mothafuckin' brain
Through ya speaka and hey
I walk around the hood lookin' looped
Strapped like a mothafuckin'
Desert strom troop
Niggas be like "King Tila
How you get that Benz?"
By sending birds to Oklahoma City
To my friends
I slang my gangsta funk
Through the night
Sometimes I fight
Like I'm the ghost of Eric Wright
Compton is where I dwell
It's like hell
Slangin' the shit that got the smokers
In a spell
And all my homies live lives
Like crooks
Rich and infamous
Hoes wanna look but get shook
Cause we don't trust you hoes
You'll have a nigga fucked up
With a bullet through his clothes
Positively nothings positive
Negativity positively how we live
Positively nothings positive
Negativity positively how we live
[Xzibit:]
Ladies and gentlemen
Undivided attention
Xzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson
It's the...
Most dangerous things next to grizzles
Unsolved mysteries
Xzibit hit you penetentary style
Quick sharp and straight to the neck
I'm heavy on your chest
I'm all up in your life
Like stress
The coast that resides to your left
Whre niggas perpitrate
And catch a fate worse than death
And like Cyanide I'm hard to detect
Got more desighns and stragiht lines
Than an architect
King Tee chapter four
Verse seven reads
Xzibit shall come and break down humanity
Niggas lose ther're sanity
Trying to handle me
Dysfunctional member of the Alkaholik family
Paparazzi Lyrics - Xzibit
[Intro]
1996, the Disfunctional member of the Alkohaliks family
It's XZIBIT, Bring it live, one time, like this
[Verse One]
Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth my while
Xzibit stay versitile
with Million Dollar lifestyle
and I can feel it as a child growin' up
the niggaz that were real and the niggaz that were scared as fuck
that's why Xzibit only roll with a chosen few
You ain't really real, I can tell when I look at you
So ease off the trigga talk, you ain't killin shit
it's not affecting me or the niggaz that I'm chillin with
I don't believe the hype or buy a Woof ticket
Nigga you make a gang of noise and never seem like a cricket
I guess that's why we never kick it
a lot of niggaz are soft and get tossed tryin to fuck with the liquid
How many niggaz do you know like this?
Also claimin that they're riding but they really turn bitch
It don't make sense
Either you're a soldier from the start
or an actor with a record deal tryin to play the part
like dat
[Chorus:]
It's a shame
niggaz in the rap game
only for the money and the fame
EXTRA LARGE
It's a shame
niggaz in the rap game
only for the money and the fame
Paparazzi [2x]
[Verse Two]
I don't need no lights no cameras
just action god dammit
never no superstar
I'm more like a planet
so my composure is kept while others start to sweat
A merchant from the fog with my fucked up dialogue
try to live high on the hog leaves you bankrupt
and niggaz you spent it on, would not give a fuck
now that's deep, how deep, It's deeper than Atlantis
Home of the scandalous
Big Bad Los Angeles
Dangerous, Vandelous
Yo, not to be trusted
so how the fuck is you hard
not being scared by the boulevard
I'm pulling that card and sayin Gin muthafuckar
flowin like liquid, soak it in muthafuckar
I'm breakin it down, my sounds, so crowds are like deaf
from the West
puttin whole counties to the test
it's all in perspective
Breaker one-nine copy
this is for the niggaz gettin caught up in the Paparazzi
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Niggaz smoke stress and cross dress
but I just play the back
others going through schemes and pipe dreams
for a contract
real tightly rolled, fuck 'em all how I feel
I made a cool half mil
before I had a record deal
there for you look and stare like it's magic
too much of anything can make you an addict
when devils be startin static, forgot the automatic
I set it off straight, I spread hate, then I vacate, but wait
who dare to cross this path
yo, I do ya like math
cut with glass, make a blood bath
so on behalf of all niggaz I get drunk with
smoke a lot of blunts with
I dispose of your punk shit
keep it all in perspective
Carbon Copies gettin caught up in the Paparazzi
Once again it's the liquidation crew and I return for you
[Chorus]
1996, the Disfunctional member of the Alkohaliks family
It's XZIBIT, Bring it live, one time, like this
[Verse One]
Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth my while
Xzibit stay versitile
with Million Dollar lifestyle
and I can feel it as a child growin' up
the niggaz that were real and the niggaz that were scared as fuck
that's why Xzibit only roll with a chosen few
You ain't really real, I can tell when I look at you
So ease off the trigga talk, you ain't killin shit
it's not affecting me or the niggaz that I'm chillin with
I don't believe the hype or buy a Woof ticket
Nigga you make a gang of noise and never seem like a cricket
I guess that's why we never kick it
a lot of niggaz are soft and get tossed tryin to fuck with the liquid
How many niggaz do you know like this?
Also claimin that they're riding but they really turn bitch
It don't make sense
Either you're a soldier from the start
or an actor with a record deal tryin to play the part
like dat
[Chorus:]
It's a shame
niggaz in the rap game
only for the money and the fame
EXTRA LARGE
It's a shame
niggaz in the rap game
only for the money and the fame
Paparazzi [2x]
[Verse Two]
I don't need no lights no cameras
just action god dammit
never no superstar
I'm more like a planet
so my composure is kept while others start to sweat
A merchant from the fog with my fucked up dialogue
try to live high on the hog leaves you bankrupt
and niggaz you spent it on, would not give a fuck
now that's deep, how deep, It's deeper than Atlantis
Home of the scandalous
Big Bad Los Angeles
Dangerous, Vandelous
Yo, not to be trusted
so how the fuck is you hard
not being scared by the boulevard
I'm pulling that card and sayin Gin muthafuckar
flowin like liquid, soak it in muthafuckar
I'm breakin it down, my sounds, so crowds are like deaf
from the West
puttin whole counties to the test
it's all in perspective
Breaker one-nine copy
this is for the niggaz gettin caught up in the Paparazzi
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Niggaz smoke stress and cross dress
but I just play the back
others going through schemes and pipe dreams
for a contract
real tightly rolled, fuck 'em all how I feel
I made a cool half mil
before I had a record deal
there for you look and stare like it's magic
too much of anything can make you an addict
when devils be startin static, forgot the automatic
I set it off straight, I spread hate, then I vacate, but wait
who dare to cross this path
yo, I do ya like math
cut with glass, make a blood bath
so on behalf of all niggaz I get drunk with
smoke a lot of blunts with
I dispose of your punk shit
keep it all in perspective
Carbon Copies gettin caught up in the Paparazzi
Once again it's the liquidation crew and I return for you
[Chorus]
Foundation Lyrics - Xzibit
[Verse 1]
When I look you in your eyes I can see my own
Straight love manifested in flesh and bone
You's a breath of fresh air in this world of shit
You was born to be a soldier don't ever forget
Hit back when hit
Use force that's effective
All these bitches and women
Son, please be selective
This is California can't stick your dick in everything
We will survive necessarily by any means
Let no man ever hold you down or supress you
It's the 90's the police just arrest you,
disrespect you on occasion take life
By the time you come of age they'll probably blast on sight
It's a shame they protect them but try to serve us
When your neck is on the line stand ground then bust
In God we trust but just incase keep it loaded and locked
Ready to rock
Then shake the spot
The Foundation
[Verse 2]
You came from a long line of killers and drug dealers
Who forever smoke bud
So it's probably in your blood
Realize you can only run the streets so long
Then the streets run you into the ground then gone
It's kinda ruff trying to teach you what's right from wrong
Same shit different day
It's the same ol' song
If the time ever comes that I meet my match
Take control of my assets
Fuck startin' from scratch
Take care of your mother
Keep yourself on track
Just cause niggas get behind you don't mean they got your back
Beware of the serpent
Cause there's a time in life the mothafucker will strike
And try to make you loose sight
Don't be a fake mothafucker tryin' to keep shit real
Fill cassettes with idle threats with no guts to kill
Son if you ever pull heat
Then use it
If you got a chance to walk away
Then do it
Total domination takes full concentration in all situations
A solid foundation
[Verse 3]
You are the foundation
Begining of a new generation
I remember hospital hallway pacin'
I was anxious as fuck to see your face shine
Only to find that yours looked like mine
So it's like I'm livin' twice at the exact same time
In this life you can't press stop
Then press rewind
Gotta live to the fullest never follow behind no man
Have your own plan, expand your mind
Ain't no paper thin game to raise wannabe thugs
This is nothing but love
Via sattelite Muggs
Take heed when it's your turn to bring new life
Make sure it's the woman you gonna make your wife
Be prepared for the worst
But expect the best
No matter where life takes you
Come home to the West
Survival takes more than just gats and guns
That's words to live by
From a father to a son
Foundation
When I look you in your eyes I can see my own
Straight love manifested in flesh and bone
You's a breath of fresh air in this world of shit
You was born to be a soldier don't ever forget
Hit back when hit
Use force that's effective
All these bitches and women
Son, please be selective
This is California can't stick your dick in everything
We will survive necessarily by any means
Let no man ever hold you down or supress you
It's the 90's the police just arrest you,
disrespect you on occasion take life
By the time you come of age they'll probably blast on sight
It's a shame they protect them but try to serve us
When your neck is on the line stand ground then bust
In God we trust but just incase keep it loaded and locked
Ready to rock
Then shake the spot
The Foundation
[Verse 2]
You came from a long line of killers and drug dealers
Who forever smoke bud
So it's probably in your blood
Realize you can only run the streets so long
Then the streets run you into the ground then gone
It's kinda ruff trying to teach you what's right from wrong
Same shit different day
It's the same ol' song
If the time ever comes that I meet my match
Take control of my assets
Fuck startin' from scratch
Take care of your mother
Keep yourself on track
Just cause niggas get behind you don't mean they got your back
Beware of the serpent
Cause there's a time in life the mothafucker will strike
And try to make you loose sight
Don't be a fake mothafucker tryin' to keep shit real
Fill cassettes with idle threats with no guts to kill
Son if you ever pull heat
Then use it
If you got a chance to walk away
Then do it
Total domination takes full concentration in all situations
A solid foundation
[Verse 3]
You are the foundation
Begining of a new generation
I remember hospital hallway pacin'
I was anxious as fuck to see your face shine
Only to find that yours looked like mine
So it's like I'm livin' twice at the exact same time
In this life you can't press stop
Then press rewind
Gotta live to the fullest never follow behind no man
Have your own plan, expand your mind
Ain't no paper thin game to raise wannabe thugs
This is nothing but love
Via sattelite Muggs
Take heed when it's your turn to bring new life
Make sure it's the woman you gonna make your wife
Be prepared for the worst
But expect the best
No matter where life takes you
Come home to the West
Survival takes more than just gats and guns
That's words to live by
From a father to a son
Foundation
Bird's Eye View Lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Tha Alkaholiks)
[Xzibit:]
When it comes to shit like this
I always get it right the first time
playa haters and snakes
waitin' for mistakes
But that's the breaks the highs and lows
Of the industry
D.I.T.C. and X to the Z
Bringin' it live
Get it crackin' to the third degree
Xzibit breakin' niggas down like H.I.V.
We gring rap to your city like B.E.T.
But still feel California
Is the place to be, Catashtrophy...
[Tash:]
The Alkaholiks is back to fry you
Xtra crispy
With the skills that make the plots
to dis me Xtra risky
Cause the time it takes to infiltrate
And stop my forward motion
California will have broken off
And fell into the ocean
Cause i rocked around the world
With my ill type skill
Step for real or I'll leave your grill scarred like Seal
Cause I regulate the sectin where the drinks
Is gettin blended
Certifed bartender
So catch the 40
When I send it your way
[Xzibit:]
Niggas that hustle
Till the day light break
Go to county 20 times
Still can't go straight
Don't nothin in the mothafuckin'
World come free
I'll never see a nine to five
Cause it just ain't me
(It's like this)
Xzibit shall hustle, lift build muscle
And think like Russell
Survive and bring it live and direct
To any crowd through out the world
Like this come home
And smoke a spliff in the benz
With Swift
[Chorus 2 Times]
[Xzibit:]
I'm fucked up J-Ro
[J-Ro:]
Yo i'm fucked up to
Lookin' at these bitches
From a birds eye view
My name is J-Ro from tthe Likwit Crew
[Hurricane G:]
So what nigga is it you wanna do
[J-Ro:]
My flow is metaphorical
Historicly correct
What do you expect from a nigga
With my intellect
East coast representing West coast gangsta
New I ain't trippin'
I call up King Tee we go dippin'
Through the streets
Pumpin' hard core Likwit beats
Flowin' air blowin' loungin'
Inn them leather seats
Think gback how we used to rock the house party
Now we jsut fuckin' it up for everybody
[Xzibit:]
How dare you try to compare
Yourself to the original
Professional Xzibit break you down
Like correctional Facilitys
Limit all capabilities muthafuck MC's
Hard to read like Japanese
I'm spreading like disease
So I can't be stopped
By who you run with your click
Or the Btich ass cops
Xzibits' first LP
It hit your black like crack rock
I'm blowin' up your spot by remote
Mr. Cut Throat
[J-Ro:]
I"m from Cystal-ifornia
I warned ya I'd be on ya
The Ro is outer national
Cold as Henne-sota
I smoke 12 MC's a day
Just to fill my quota
From Fourty 0-hio
All the way to Ore-gin
Buddy my fingers are bloody Now I'm Washing-ten
I clown from Brew-york
Down to Mi-ti-ami
I soak up game like a shammy
Understand me?
[Hook]
[Tash:]
So Elizabeth it's MC's
That's comin' to join ya
Some will be from NYC And some will be from California
Cause I drop the lyrics on you
From beneath the Earth's surface
Where I write rhymes so fresh
I try to bite my own verses
Cause the purpose of my flow
Is to let you know
My style is badder than the water
Down in Mexico
Cause RICO blend styles liek juice and gin
I got the Likwit shit
That have you seein' double
Like the Twins
[Hook]
When it comes to shit like this
I always get it right the first time
playa haters and snakes
waitin' for mistakes
But that's the breaks the highs and lows
Of the industry
D.I.T.C. and X to the Z
Bringin' it live
Get it crackin' to the third degree
Xzibit breakin' niggas down like H.I.V.
We gring rap to your city like B.E.T.
But still feel California
Is the place to be, Catashtrophy...
[Tash:]
The Alkaholiks is back to fry you
Xtra crispy
With the skills that make the plots
to dis me Xtra risky
Cause the time it takes to infiltrate
And stop my forward motion
California will have broken off
And fell into the ocean
Cause i rocked around the world
With my ill type skill
Step for real or I'll leave your grill scarred like Seal
Cause I regulate the sectin where the drinks
Is gettin blended
Certifed bartender
So catch the 40
When I send it your way
[Xzibit:]
Niggas that hustle
Till the day light break
Go to county 20 times
Still can't go straight
Don't nothin in the mothafuckin'
World come free
I'll never see a nine to five
Cause it just ain't me
(It's like this)
Xzibit shall hustle, lift build muscle
And think like Russell
Survive and bring it live and direct
To any crowd through out the world
Like this come home
And smoke a spliff in the benz
With Swift
[Chorus 2 Times]
[Xzibit:]
I'm fucked up J-Ro
[J-Ro:]
Yo i'm fucked up to
Lookin' at these bitches
From a birds eye view
My name is J-Ro from tthe Likwit Crew
[Hurricane G:]
So what nigga is it you wanna do
[J-Ro:]
My flow is metaphorical
Historicly correct
What do you expect from a nigga
With my intellect
East coast representing West coast gangsta
New I ain't trippin'
I call up King Tee we go dippin'
Through the streets
Pumpin' hard core Likwit beats
Flowin' air blowin' loungin'
Inn them leather seats
Think gback how we used to rock the house party
Now we jsut fuckin' it up for everybody
[Xzibit:]
How dare you try to compare
Yourself to the original
Professional Xzibit break you down
Like correctional Facilitys
Limit all capabilities muthafuck MC's
Hard to read like Japanese
I'm spreading like disease
So I can't be stopped
By who you run with your click
Or the Btich ass cops
Xzibits' first LP
It hit your black like crack rock
I'm blowin' up your spot by remote
Mr. Cut Throat
[J-Ro:]
I"m from Cystal-ifornia
I warned ya I'd be on ya
The Ro is outer national
Cold as Henne-sota
I smoke 12 MC's a day
Just to fill my quota
From Fourty 0-hio
All the way to Ore-gin
Buddy my fingers are bloody Now I'm Washing-ten
I clown from Brew-york
Down to Mi-ti-ami
I soak up game like a shammy
Understand me?
[Hook]
[Tash:]
So Elizabeth it's MC's
That's comin' to join ya
Some will be from NYC And some will be from California
Cause I drop the lyrics on you
From beneath the Earth's surface
Where I write rhymes so fresh
I try to bite my own verses
Cause the purpose of my flow
Is to let you know
My style is badder than the water
Down in Mexico
Cause RICO blend styles liek juice and gin
I got the Likwit shit
That have you seein' double
Like the Twins
[Hook]
Hit & Run (Part II) Lyrics - Xzibit
[Intro:]
[Hightower:] Baby, do me a favor, call up Xzibit for me.
[Xzibit:] Allo?
[Girl:] Hello, Xzibit?
[Xzibit:] Yeah, yeah, what's up?
[Girl:] Hold on one second ok?
[Xzibit:] Alright
[Hightower:] Xzibit?
[Xzibit:] Hey, what's up?
[Hightower:] It's Ron, Hightower.
[Xzibit:] Ah, what's up dude, what's goin' down?
[Hightower:] Eh nigga, it ain't nothin' but a party!
[Xzbibit:] Yoo! shit it's goin' down?
[Hightower:] Hey, let me tell you something.
I got some ladies over here, you know...
[Girl:] Hi Xzibit!
[Xzibit:] What's up?
[Hightower:] He he, see what I'm saying.
They were just trying, you know, to tell you hello and shit
But listen why don't you do this
When you're done over there, why don't you come here and shit
You know what I'm saying?
That way they can tell you hello on person
[Xzibit:] Ah alrihgt, you want me to bring you somethin'
[Hightower:] Hey, bring yourself, I'm sure they can handle the rest
You know what I mean?
[Xzibit:] Yeah yeah, alright, I'll be over there in a minute.
[Hightower:] Peace!
[Xzibit:] Alright
[Verse One:]
[Xzibit:]
It's a lazy Sunday night
Xzibit posted at the lab
Gettin' high as a kite
Proceed to rolll the light
It's real tight
In a paper Philly Blunts I don't need
It might fuck off the taste
Of this bomb ass weed
My nigga Tango and Breeze
Came thru we blaze a few
Together bored as fuck
Niggas down for whatever
Break left from the bomb
Phone call from Ron Hightower
Shower at his crib in a hour
All the women involved drop drawers
Don't say nothin'
Just a lota nuttin'
Fuckin' plus dick suckin'
Goddamn who was that?
Half black with the fat ass
Too much to ask if you can put them on the glass
(For me)
My name's Xzibit
I aint' tryin' to spit game
Just tell me your name
And the proportions of your frame
(38-26-32)
That's right
Xzibit now has it poppin' on Sunday night
[Chorus: (2x)]
I don't wanna save 'em
Pay em' or buy clothes
All we really wanna do
Is try to fuck these hoes
[Verse Two:]
[Rass Kass:]
You knew the game
And you still ended up on your back...
[Xzibit:]
Bitches get laid like tracks
Break it down like that
With stacks of profilactics
Got ill tactics just to get you on the matress like yo
[girl moaning in background]
With minimal conversation
No time wastin'
Only hard penetration
Gettin' shiners on recliners
Cummin' in your faces
Stop! Get on top
I take your mind different places
Won't be satisfied till I hit every race
Color and creed in deed
All I need is weed a fly steez
Who ain't afraid to take the lead
A little dirt on your knees
Looked over saw Breeze
Laid out on the couch about to let it all out
Nigga that's the kinda shit that I'm talkin' about
[Chorus: (4x)]
I don't wanna save em'
Pay em' or buy clothes
All we really wanna do
Is try to fuck these hoes
[Hightower:] Baby, do me a favor, call up Xzibit for me.
[Xzibit:] Allo?
[Girl:] Hello, Xzibit?
[Xzibit:] Yeah, yeah, what's up?
[Girl:] Hold on one second ok?
[Xzibit:] Alright
[Hightower:] Xzibit?
[Xzibit:] Hey, what's up?
[Hightower:] It's Ron, Hightower.
[Xzibit:] Ah, what's up dude, what's goin' down?
[Hightower:] Eh nigga, it ain't nothin' but a party!
[Xzbibit:] Yoo! shit it's goin' down?
[Hightower:] Hey, let me tell you something.
I got some ladies over here, you know...
[Girl:] Hi Xzibit!
[Xzibit:] What's up?
[Hightower:] He he, see what I'm saying.
They were just trying, you know, to tell you hello and shit
But listen why don't you do this
When you're done over there, why don't you come here and shit
You know what I'm saying?
That way they can tell you hello on person
[Xzibit:] Ah alrihgt, you want me to bring you somethin'
[Hightower:] Hey, bring yourself, I'm sure they can handle the rest
You know what I mean?
[Xzibit:] Yeah yeah, alright, I'll be over there in a minute.
[Hightower:] Peace!
[Xzibit:] Alright
[Verse One:]
[Xzibit:]
It's a lazy Sunday night
Xzibit posted at the lab
Gettin' high as a kite
Proceed to rolll the light
It's real tight
In a paper Philly Blunts I don't need
It might fuck off the taste
Of this bomb ass weed
My nigga Tango and Breeze
Came thru we blaze a few
Together bored as fuck
Niggas down for whatever
Break left from the bomb
Phone call from Ron Hightower
Shower at his crib in a hour
All the women involved drop drawers
Don't say nothin'
Just a lota nuttin'
Fuckin' plus dick suckin'
Goddamn who was that?
Half black with the fat ass
Too much to ask if you can put them on the glass
(For me)
My name's Xzibit
I aint' tryin' to spit game
Just tell me your name
And the proportions of your frame
(38-26-32)
That's right
Xzibit now has it poppin' on Sunday night
[Chorus: (2x)]
I don't wanna save 'em
Pay em' or buy clothes
All we really wanna do
Is try to fuck these hoes
[Verse Two:]
[Rass Kass:]
You knew the game
And you still ended up on your back...
[Xzibit:]
Bitches get laid like tracks
Break it down like that
With stacks of profilactics
Got ill tactics just to get you on the matress like yo
[girl moaning in background]
With minimal conversation
No time wastin'
Only hard penetration
Gettin' shiners on recliners
Cummin' in your faces
Stop! Get on top
I take your mind different places
Won't be satisfied till I hit every race
Color and creed in deed
All I need is weed a fly steez
Who ain't afraid to take the lead
A little dirt on your knees
Looked over saw Breeze
Laid out on the couch about to let it all out
Nigga that's the kinda shit that I'm talkin' about
[Chorus: (4x)]
I don't wanna save em'
Pay em' or buy clothes
All we really wanna do
Is try to fuck these hoes
Carry The Weight Lyrics - Xzibit
[Intro: Xzibit, J-Ro]
I really wish I could you know at twenty-one
youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo
(I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things
I do, youknowhatI'm sayin')
Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin'
Go ahead
Yeah! I break it down like this
[Verse One:]
You see I don't like to remenisce about the past
The lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouth
Each and every wrong move the police keep count
make it real fuckin' easy to get streched out
I was at the funeral when it all began
You know the painful transition from a boy to men
I lost sight of my mother at the age of nine
didn't understand death nearly lost my mind
But see life moves on and broke niggas can't change it
Age ten, new step family arrangement
at thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my dick
And noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated like shit
I would forever be hit with anything in reach
Then my father would proceed to go to church and preach
about forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked
Gettin' jump when he said and the head gat cracked
physical contact was in form of a slap
at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit back
courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap
Left the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black
Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate
Into juvenile detention where I built up hate
I don't remember the date of the judical debate
but legally I was now in custody of the state
[Chorus:]
And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink
Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak
I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make
Gotta find some way to release this hate
And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink
Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak
I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make
Gotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight
[Interlude: Xzibit, (J-Ro)]
(Yeah it's fucked up though man)
(YouknowhatI'msayin')
Yo
(The fuck you doin' in jail)
Insane man, I don't know man, he he he
(Yeah wats goin' on down there, gotta get out dude)
Yeah I be out in couple of weeks man
YouknowI'msayin'
(It's popin' man)
It's cool yo fuck that
(It's popin' out here)
They can go on and on for that
(I'm tellin' you it's popin' man come home)
[Verse Two:]
And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at home
but only now I was fucked up plus all alone
My father talkin' all crazy to me over the phone
Turned age sixteen now on my own
Started running with cats who carried gats cause they had too
with no hesitation lock load then blast you
Without a hastle we in a town of hicks
fuckin' all these chicks
Sellin' rock by the bricks
so we feelin' like we mothafuckin' Nino Brown
At the house when the mothafuckin' man touched down
Screamin' demands "Let me see your goddamn hands (now)"
A.T.F. cause of handguns and contraban
we never kept it in the house
So of course we clounded
Only found one pistol took us all down town
We be out by the end of the afternoon
gettin' drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!
Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife
Ty and Matt caught bodies
Now they spend there life behind bars
catchin' scars that will not heal
niggas don't know the half about keepin' it real
[Chorus 1 1/2]
[outro:]
Like this
Like this, like that
Yeah! gotta carry the weight
Like this euh!
Bringin live
Yeah! yeah! like this
It's Xzibit
Gotta carry the weight
Like that yo!
Like that yo!
I really wish I could you know at twenty-one
youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo
(I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things
I do, youknowhatI'm sayin')
Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin'
Go ahead
Yeah! I break it down like this
[Verse One:]
You see I don't like to remenisce about the past
The lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouth
Each and every wrong move the police keep count
make it real fuckin' easy to get streched out
I was at the funeral when it all began
You know the painful transition from a boy to men
I lost sight of my mother at the age of nine
didn't understand death nearly lost my mind
But see life moves on and broke niggas can't change it
Age ten, new step family arrangement
at thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my dick
And noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated like shit
I would forever be hit with anything in reach
Then my father would proceed to go to church and preach
about forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked
Gettin' jump when he said and the head gat cracked
physical contact was in form of a slap
at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit back
courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap
Left the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black
Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate
Into juvenile detention where I built up hate
I don't remember the date of the judical debate
but legally I was now in custody of the state
[Chorus:]
And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink
Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak
I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make
Gotta find some way to release this hate
And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink
Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak
I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make
Gotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight
[Interlude: Xzibit, (J-Ro)]
(Yeah it's fucked up though man)
(YouknowhatI'msayin')
Yo
(The fuck you doin' in jail)
Insane man, I don't know man, he he he
(Yeah wats goin' on down there, gotta get out dude)
Yeah I be out in couple of weeks man
YouknowI'msayin'
(It's popin' man)
It's cool yo fuck that
(It's popin' out here)
They can go on and on for that
(I'm tellin' you it's popin' man come home)
[Verse Two:]
And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at home
but only now I was fucked up plus all alone
My father talkin' all crazy to me over the phone
Turned age sixteen now on my own
Started running with cats who carried gats cause they had too
with no hesitation lock load then blast you
Without a hastle we in a town of hicks
fuckin' all these chicks
Sellin' rock by the bricks
so we feelin' like we mothafuckin' Nino Brown
At the house when the mothafuckin' man touched down
Screamin' demands "Let me see your goddamn hands (now)"
A.T.F. cause of handguns and contraban
we never kept it in the house
So of course we clounded
Only found one pistol took us all down town
We be out by the end of the afternoon
gettin' drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!
Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife
Ty and Matt caught bodies
Now they spend there life behind bars
catchin' scars that will not heal
niggas don't know the half about keepin' it real
[Chorus 1 1/2]
[outro:]
Like this
Like this, like that
Yeah! gotta carry the weight
Like this euh!
Bringin live
Yeah! yeah! like this
It's Xzibit
Gotta carry the weight
Like that yo!
Like that yo!
Plastic Surgery Lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Ras Kass, Saafir)
[Intro:]
[Arabian Voice:] Doctor, Doctor, I need help Doctor
[Nurse:] Sit down and wait your turn
[Xzibit:] Sit your ass down
[Saafir:]
You have, scars in your mask like Seal
That ain't for real
We'll have to fix that, yo nigga sit back
[Xzibit:]
Your flow remind me of a nigga that I just don't feel
Same style and delivery
Might as well have his grill
Pass the scaple, the alcohol, plants
25 hundered get you style enhanced
It's like...
[Saafir:]
This, mask right will lift your grill
It'll put height in your mack
Don't take to much off
If you want a nose like Michael Jackson
[Xzibit:]
If you want it done right, nigga come see this
maybe even send your bitch
We can fix them tits
From a C cup to a double D cup
Make them big shits, doctor lick em, yeah
[Saafir:]
I like to, axe em, jack em for their financial
need a facial I'll change the skin tone in the inner racial
After I'm done, you might have a little pouch tone
Nothin' my scaple can't fix
What kind of face you want
[Singing Voice:]
I want the kind that make me look like I can rhyme
[Saafir:]
It'll cost you
[Singing Voice:]
But I can find the skrilla, if I can have that nigga face named Saafir!
[Saafir:]
That's inposterous, plus I never cloned a microphone
What type of shit you on, I hope you got insurance
Before I sit you on my gurney
And lead you to an anestetic breather
If ya not broke, I'll save your face like dope and make it right
Casue being fake ain't tight
You need plastic surgury
[Hook:]
I hear the same ole rhymes, the same ole style
(It seems you need plastic surgury) [x5]
[Xzibit:]
I'm located, at, the bottom of the black list
I like to malpractice, complicate a surgury
Intoxicated, smoke cigaretts, drop ass in your gases
feel the utencil, knife is dull like a pencil
And what?
When a nigga place pussy get fucked
Without a kiss or a hug, like contaminated blood,
Transfused from a junkie
With the hair of Jones, I reconstruct the bones
Of all hip hop clones
[Ras Kass:]
I date fat girls that weight 215
With low self esteem, cause it's easier to get the pussy
I'm performing vinyl liposuctions
[Saafir:]
Phat MC
[Ras Kass:]
Phat production, motherfuckin' facial reconstruction
Needles injected 33 RPM of anestic for ? to require cosmetic
sex changes from bitch niggas to ra ra niggas
the only cure for sick lyrics is to implant a hit gimmick
[Saafir:]
This shit is full blown, you better head to the clinic
After Captain Save A Hoe, we had the luitenit
Operate get straight, we hear to seperate the fake from the classic
niggas get blasted if they plastic
[Hook]
[Ras Kass:]
I'm like Dougie Howser MD with a desert eagle
Criminal Genius
operation, seperatin' them siamese twins hangin' beneath them niggas penis
Take it to your face like a skin graph
rappers, I specialize in talent transplants (word?)
You want (phat) fat lips nurse get to college
And ten tons of stomach pumps from all the cum you and Richard Gere be
swallowin'
Now followin' aks Vanna to buy you flowers
so you can C (see) I A (aye) E-Swift O (Oh) U (you) know Y (why)
We remain uncontested to the contender, we can
Million Man March all the way to December
January, Feburary 28th
[Saafir:]
I, never, wash my hands
The only rubber gloves I wear is on my dick
But I'll split you quick
Like Jackie Chan, the way I switch my wristhand
I make ya sick, but I'm a doctor, don't trip
Hopefully, in surgury, I won't slip
on a tile that file and twist ya lips
Like Collin Powell
Descriptions I'm overwrite
For the ones thats over bitin' on dental records
bitin', to God, send your blessings
I'll put your mask on, fast like Romidon minks
and bitches, I have, ? half blind in the paper, they named me
A Large Professor, a Mad Scientist, with a long line of clients
BITCH! GET OUT OF MY OFFICE
You don't have an appointment or an application
For me to attack your face in my practice
Never lackin' when I'm insurting these plastic patches
Seems like you need plastic surgery
[Arabian Voice:] Doctor, Doctor, I need help Doctor
[Nurse:] Sit down and wait your turn
[Xzibit:] Sit your ass down
[Saafir:]
You have, scars in your mask like Seal
That ain't for real
We'll have to fix that, yo nigga sit back
[Xzibit:]
Your flow remind me of a nigga that I just don't feel
Same style and delivery
Might as well have his grill
Pass the scaple, the alcohol, plants
25 hundered get you style enhanced
It's like...
[Saafir:]
This, mask right will lift your grill
It'll put height in your mack
Don't take to much off
If you want a nose like Michael Jackson
[Xzibit:]
If you want it done right, nigga come see this
maybe even send your bitch
We can fix them tits
From a C cup to a double D cup
Make them big shits, doctor lick em, yeah
[Saafir:]
I like to, axe em, jack em for their financial
need a facial I'll change the skin tone in the inner racial
After I'm done, you might have a little pouch tone
Nothin' my scaple can't fix
What kind of face you want
[Singing Voice:]
I want the kind that make me look like I can rhyme
[Saafir:]
It'll cost you
[Singing Voice:]
But I can find the skrilla, if I can have that nigga face named Saafir!
[Saafir:]
That's inposterous, plus I never cloned a microphone
What type of shit you on, I hope you got insurance
Before I sit you on my gurney
And lead you to an anestetic breather
If ya not broke, I'll save your face like dope and make it right
Casue being fake ain't tight
You need plastic surgury
[Hook:]
I hear the same ole rhymes, the same ole style
(It seems you need plastic surgury) [x5]
[Xzibit:]
I'm located, at, the bottom of the black list
I like to malpractice, complicate a surgury
Intoxicated, smoke cigaretts, drop ass in your gases
feel the utencil, knife is dull like a pencil
And what?
When a nigga place pussy get fucked
Without a kiss or a hug, like contaminated blood,
Transfused from a junkie
With the hair of Jones, I reconstruct the bones
Of all hip hop clones
[Ras Kass:]
I date fat girls that weight 215
With low self esteem, cause it's easier to get the pussy
I'm performing vinyl liposuctions
[Saafir:]
Phat MC
[Ras Kass:]
Phat production, motherfuckin' facial reconstruction
Needles injected 33 RPM of anestic for ? to require cosmetic
sex changes from bitch niggas to ra ra niggas
the only cure for sick lyrics is to implant a hit gimmick
[Saafir:]
This shit is full blown, you better head to the clinic
After Captain Save A Hoe, we had the luitenit
Operate get straight, we hear to seperate the fake from the classic
niggas get blasted if they plastic
[Hook]
[Ras Kass:]
I'm like Dougie Howser MD with a desert eagle
Criminal Genius
operation, seperatin' them siamese twins hangin' beneath them niggas penis
Take it to your face like a skin graph
rappers, I specialize in talent transplants (word?)
You want (phat) fat lips nurse get to college
And ten tons of stomach pumps from all the cum you and Richard Gere be
swallowin'
Now followin' aks Vanna to buy you flowers
so you can C (see) I A (aye) E-Swift O (Oh) U (you) know Y (why)
We remain uncontested to the contender, we can
Million Man March all the way to December
January, Feburary 28th
[Saafir:]
I, never, wash my hands
The only rubber gloves I wear is on my dick
But I'll split you quick
Like Jackie Chan, the way I switch my wristhand
I make ya sick, but I'm a doctor, don't trip
Hopefully, in surgury, I won't slip
on a tile that file and twist ya lips
Like Collin Powell
Descriptions I'm overwrite
For the ones thats over bitin' on dental records
bitin', to God, send your blessings
I'll put your mask on, fast like Romidon minks
and bitches, I have, ? half blind in the paper, they named me
A Large Professor, a Mad Scientist, with a long line of clients
BITCH! GET OUT OF MY OFFICE
You don't have an appointment or an application
For me to attack your face in my practice
Never lackin' when I'm insurting these plastic patches
Seems like you need plastic surgery
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