Game Face lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Ras Kass)

 [Xzibit:]

I don't fuck around I'll break you down in the hours of H

All these L.A. Times motherfuckers keepin the pace

No need to pull strings things still get done

To have you yellin at the top of yo lungs

So Xzibit never speak wit a false tounge

Slid off like a handgun

Tryin to build an empire to pass to my grandson

I never like to talk business over the phone

So either have love for the game or leave it alone

Plus action speak louder than words

And pussy move faster than birds

So I gotta keep a gameface

On the street you slip, and you might catch a hot one

Xzibit stay low and kick back like a shotgun

I keep it bangin to the end of the line

When a rapper think his faggot style is fuckin with mine, it's divine

Cuz my family is harder than bricks

Anything to keep it movin cuz it's harder to hit

[Ras Kass:]

Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine

Keep it movin to the end of the line

And action speak louder than words

And pussy move faster than birds

Gotta keep a gameface

[Xzibit:]

Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine

Keep it movin to the end of the line

And action speak louder than words

And pussy move faster than birds

Gotta keep a gameface

[Ras Kass:]

Men must be either pampered or crushed

To regulate, relegate, delegate power, nigga touch something

Trust no one and die dumping

Drained ya battery you barely talking like Teddy Ruxpin

See that's wassup, nigga I don't give a fuck

Say some shit so nasty, it'll make Little Kim blush

As if, a 98 bentley didn't tempt me

To lay bullshit over this MP

But consequently my conscience wouldn't permit me

I'm one-third black man, one-third Jackie Chan

One-third sand, shiftin across the surface of the land

Golden State Warrior let my nuts hang like niggas in nooses

While you givin groupies all your loochie

I'm known for fucking hoochies in suzukis

And known for slippin bourgeois bitches roofies

Loved and feared, severe yet loved

The full time titan fighting three million over night thugs

So keep your, hand out your rectum cause you can't stop shit

Don't rock shit, studio hustlers

Claimin' they got more keys than a locksmith

What part of the game is this

Bonus Round, give me the mic, the money

The pussy in that order, the more, the over-populated

Get fucked and orally copulated

And all you chumps on some you owe me an apology shit

Can suck yo apology out my dick

Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine

Keep it movin to the end of the line

And action speak louder than words

And pussy move faster than birds

Gotta keep a gameface

[Xzibit:]

Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine

Keep it movin to the end of the line

And action speak louder than words

And pussy move faster than birds

Gotta keep a gameface

[Ras Kass:]

This is for the black niggas, the yak sippers

The part time strippers,slash full time student,and fifty buck slippers

I got athletes feet,we run these contrete streets

Sporting cleats, ain't nothing sweet

[Xzibit:]

I'm making rappers get they shit together

Still smokin, still drinkin, still maintain clear thinkin

Everyday is the weekend, mashin thru in a lincoln

And style so sick, the whole car start stinking

[Ras Kass:]

Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine

Keep it movin to the end of the line

And action speak louder than words

And pussy move faster than birds

Gotta keep a gameface

[Xzibit:]

Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine

Keep it movin to the end of the line

And action speak louder than words

And pussy move faster than birds

Gotta keep a gameface

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

Get Your Walk On (Fredwreck Remix) lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Daz Dillinger, W.C.)

 [Xzibit, (Daz Dillinger) {W.C.}:]

(Yeah nigga, get your walk on)

Yeah, y'all tryna walk, huh?

Well, let us officially show you how to do the damn thang

Yo, ha, come on

{Woo} (What, what)

{What's crackalatin'? Haha} (Yeah)

{We done got the whole world doing our dance, homeboy}

Ah-ah {What's crackin', X?} (What, what)

{Dub-C}

{Bringin' it to ya live and direct with my homeboy Mr. X} (Yeah)

{Check this out, y'all} (Yeah, come on)

[W.C. (Xzibit):]

Heel toe, heel toe

Heel to the toe, heel the to toe, toe to the heel

Let me see you skippin' on that dance floor, baby

Looka here – walk, walk walk walk walk walk with me

Fool, what up? Lace some Chucks up

I be that Grand Imperial Wizard of C-walking teacher

Corduroy house shoe squeaker

A hood star, Child like Destiny

Gettin' my walk on with Mr. X to the Z (Yeah)

Fredwrizeck got this Dub Connect straight bangin'

Westside bandana swizzangin'

I done opened up a can of worms

And I done returned, many shoot the spreader like germs

On the remix, here's one more for y'all to talk on

Dub-C gettin' his walk on

[W.C. (Daz), Xzibit:]

Get your walk on, get your head right

I know you feelin' this here, this hit is dead right {Come on}

(Yeah, get your bounce on, back that ass up) {Yeah}

{Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up}

Get your walk on, get your head right

I know you feelin' this here, this hit is dead right

(Yeah, get your bounce on) {Bounce}, (back that ass up)

{Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up}

[Daz Dillinger (Xzibit):]

From the depths of the smog 'cause we servin' 'em as regular

Daz Dillinger, no one could do it better (Yeah)

Blue Chucks, blue rags, and a nigga blue sweater

X to the Z, Dub-C, my nigga

Let's get down when I get down and rippin' up the shit down

Fredwreck with the gangsta sizound

I make 'em sea sick when they listen to this

I gets stupid when we clizink up, we ain't had enough

Diggin' ya, comin' straight out the cut

With some shit that I wrote so you know I ain't no joke

But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat, put you on your back

Nigga, we get stupid like this and like that, see

Put ya left foot in and your right foot out

And ya do the C-walk and ya shake all around

If you do the Crip walk and the homies start to talk

See, that's what it's all about, woo, woo

[W.C. (Daz), Xzibit:]

Get your walk on, get your head right

I know you feelin' this here, this hit is dead right {Come on}

(Yeah, get your bounce on, back that ass up) {Yeah}

{Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up}

Get your walk on, get your head right

I know you feelin' this here, this hit is dead right

(Yeah, get your bounce on) {Bounce}, (back that ass up)

{Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up}

[Xzibit:]

I can drink a whole Hennessy fifth (Ah-ah)

Some call that a problem but I call it a gift

Gave the West Coast a facelift, brand new day (Yeah)

Now we got the whole planet tryna walk this way

On display, live and direct for y'all

No respect for the weak, no respect at all

Breakin' your jaw, easy like breakin' the law (Yeah)

Amplify your Alpine and shake the car

Pay attention, I'm on a mission, so walk with us

Talkin' tough ain't enough in Los Angeles

Gotta mean what you're saying, say what you're meaning

6-4 chromed out, three-wheel leaning

Khakis and T-shirts for all four seasons

Odds and evens, some visit without leaving

Here we go again, ain't a damn thing changed

Keep my name outta your mouth and stay in your lane

[W.C. (Daz), Xzibit:]

Get your walk on, get your head right

I know you feelin' this here, this hit is dead right {Come on}

(Yeah, get your bounce on, back that ass up) {Yeah}

{Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up}

Get your walk on, get your head right

I know you feelin' this here, this hit is dead right

(Yeah, get your bounce on) {Bounce}, (back that ass up)

{Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up}

In My Face lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Hi-C)

 [Xzibit:]

Oooooh...do re mi

Fa so la ti do yeah (I'm doin' vocals)

Intimate (Turn the music up, yeah c'mon!)

(Yeah! C'mon in, yeah welcome

Haa! Yeah! Yeah!!

Uhh, ya undastand me?)

Hey yoooooouu... (DJ motherfuckin' Quik, yeah)

(You know me, X to the Z, yeah (arah!)

Ahh, it don't stop, huhh yeah

Some new shit, come on

We just want you to bounce to

This shit for a minute, yeah

Ain't no rush...relax yourself

Relieve your stress, here we go

Yes...)

Bounce, come on bounce, come on boooounce

Bounce, come on bounce, come on boooounce

Put your pussy in my faaaace

And let me lick you 'till i

Feel the taaaaste

I am the master of the ceremony

So my territory be off limits to gimmicks

And niggas with wack lyrics

And tracks that lack spirits

So pop your collar (pop your collar!)

Fuck a dollar, I'm at ya tough and hard to swallow

Hard act to follow never the role model the what not

Set up shots slipknot my way to the top, pa-da pow!

Then changed the direction of it (yeah)

From the niggas that hate it to niggas that love it

What choo want from it

A reputation a luxurious life

Maybe find you a hoe that you could transform into a house wife

You loose stripes when you recite thru your wind pipes

With action cameras and lights and your shit ain't tight

It's on on sight thug rugged the love of it (yeah)

Push it shlingd'it shove it in the vein we dope

Remain with smoke, remote with Tash and Ras Kass

Six months of full blast bitch, gimme dat ass!...ha ha

Put your pussy in my faaace...and I'll

(Let me lick you laaady)

Lick you 'till I feel the taaaste

(Would you, would you)

Feel the taste

Feel the taste...of lovin' you

Feel the taste

Feel the taste...of lovin' you

Feel the taste

Feel the taste...of lovin' you

Feel the taste

Feel the taste...of lovin' you

[Hi-C:]

I'm a royalty check cashin'

Coup deville smashin', pretty titty assassin

Lookin' for some action

If you want compassion, I'll be pussy basshin'

Baby hit me up like 'yo, what the fuck happened?'

'Was it somethin' I did? Was it my three kids?

You don't love me no more, was it the wave or the wig?'

I'm tryna be nice, so I'm sittin' there thinkin'

But I had to tell the bitch 'baby your breath be stinkin' (ha ha)

Niggas, spendin' they last, tryna hustle for ass

You bought a Cadillac truck, but you can't buy gas

Insurance is a bitch, I hope you don't crash

But when you do, let me buy them rims and slap 'em on my jag

When it come to fasion, don't make me start flashin'

Break a bitch off, and have that whole tire slashin'

I'm leather, you're leather, together we be clashin'

Quik! Hit 'em with the chorus, homie start bashin'!

Put your pussy in my faaace...and I'll

(Let me lick you laaady)

Lick you 'till I feel the taaaste

(Would you, would you)

Feel the taste

Feel the taste...of lovin' you

Feel the taste

Feel the taste...of lovin' you

Feel the taste

Feel the taste...of lovin' you

Feel the taste

Feel the taste...of lovin' you

Jermaine Dupri Diss lyrics - Xzibit

 [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

One Nation lyrics - Outlawz, Edi Don & Xzibit

 [2Pac:]

We workin' on a new project called "One Nation"

It's gon' be a East Coast, West Coast, collaboration

[EDI Mean:]

We one nation under God

No wait, the time is ours

Finally healin' from the scars

(We one, we one)

'Cause we one nation under God (Heyyyy!)

No wait, the time is ours

Finally healin' from the scars (Uh-huh), yeah (Uh-huh)

We went from kings to niggas, and back to kings now (Kings now)

The curse is lifted, I know they feel it now (Feel it now)

That's why I'm a target, in my fly shit

Cops hate us, and demons wanna see me in the coffin

(Coffin!)

So this one's for hip-hop... (Hip-hop)

Pop, Nip, Big and Pac

(Big and Pac)

Tired of seein' history repeat

We gon' lose all our leaders if we leave 'em in the streets

Bleedin' in the streets, leave that beef uncooked

(Hey)

We all in the same gang, nigga, take a look (Hey)

Cash on the line, I'ma pass on that time (Hey, ho)

I need freedom, so I chose to leave the past way behind

(Hey)

Gotta keep my mind sharp, nigga, stay with a spark

Always lightin' up for the times I was in the dark

Forever fightin' back, I don't know how to stop

Never surrender 'til we all on top

We one nation under God (We one)

No wait, the time is ours (We one)

Finally healin' from the scars (We one, we one, we one)

'Cause we one nation under God (Heyyyy!)

No wait, the time is ours (Heyyyy!)

Finally healin' from the scars (Heyyyy!)

(We one, we one)

[Xzibit:]

I ain't never seen a man with hate in his heart

Cross the finish line, let alone get to the top

Made impossible possible, squeezed water from rocks

Made it off of the block, turned wine to Cîroc

How much time do you got? Are you ready to work?

Can't be hustlin' backwards, losin' and makin' it worse

I wanna see you get it how you see it, live unapologetically

Fuck 'em, either love or to leave it

We on some new shit, some unified red and blue shit

(Heyyyy!)

Bitcoin, dug dead weight that don't do shit (Heyyyy!)

Who's this? EDI is the next, so call Whoo Kid (Heyyyy!)

(Oooohhh!) Press play on Saturday, we all looped it (Heyyyy!)

If you ain't enterprisin' then you not survivin'

Fuck tryna buy cars, shoot for private islands

Pressure can bust pipes or create a diamond

Stars in alignment, it's all in the timin'

[EDI Mean:]

We one nation under God (We one)

No wait, the time is ours (We one)

Finally healin' from the scars (We one, we one, we one)

'Cause we one nation under God (Heyyyy!)

No wait, the time is ours (Heyyyy!)

Finally healin' from the scars (We one, we one, we one)

Ride And Smoke (Remix) lyrics - Xzibit (feat. The Game)

 Better watch them niggaz where they at, where they at

Better watch them niggaz where they at, where they at

Better watch them niggaz where they at, where they at

Better watch them niggaz where they at, where they at

Better watch them niggaz where they at, where they at

Better watch them niggaz where they at, where they at

Better watch them niggaz where they at, where they at

Better watch them niggaz where they at, where they at

[Xzibit:]

What you know about that rag top 4

3 wheel through the intersection slow

Then punchin to the floor

You know my flow go like a simon blow

Er body gotta pay co ser body owe

Oh oh no, who that nigga think he is

I'm just a representative of my relative

Guns up hoes down

Easily put you where you can't be found

Cause I'm a rider, plus a provider who don't take notta

Niggaz stickin out they chest cause they think they harder

But when it get toe off, gang a niggaz screamin and cryin

And dying cause they thought we was lying

But no nigga I'm not

Bet not fuck with strong arm steady cause you will be shot

This is the land of the keys, the home of the gang

Now sit yo five dollar ass down for I maintain

Calm down lil nigga I ain't tryna provoke you

Jus a lil sumat you can ride and smoke to

I hate to have the homies have to ride and smoke you

I hate to have the homies have to ride and smoke you

Calm down lil nigga I ain't tryna provoke you

Jus a lil sumat you can ride and smoke to

I hate to have the homies have to ride and smoke you

I hate to have the homies have to ride and smoke you

[The Game:]

Now a gangsta homie you a wanksta fonie

I make it rain in cali fuck tony tony tony

You got guns come to Compton and show me

I sandwich niggaz this beef shit is baloney homie

I take ya bitch make her come ride my pony

That's Ginuwine, I give a fuck if she fat or boney

Long as she cat walk like Naomi

Or freak like missy, I take her to miss sixty

She a Cincinnati red like Ken Griffey

Freckles on her face, so I put a bezel on her

Jake I wifed her, and I don't mean a weddin

I mean a free pair of g-unit sneakers now she a video extra

Compton on my back I'm startin to feel the pressure

My son see me walkin in the house with a smith & Wesson

I teach him a lesson

Son this a black vest and you need this, when you gangbangin in the west

Lil man I love you, they can't stop your pops

They can't yell g-unit they can't rock the watch

They can't sign with Dr Dre and come back to the block

Homie you ain't a gangsta stop frontin bitch

Before I pull that 45 and blaze ya six

I might catch me in O-town with that mason bitch

Calm down lil nigga I ain't tryna provoke you

Jus a lil sumat you can ride and smoke to

I hate to have the homies have to ride and smoke you

I hate to have the homies have to ride and smoke you

Calm down lil nigga I ain't tryna provoke you

Jus a lil sumat you can ride and smoke to

I hate to have the homies have to ride and smoke you

I hate to have the homies have to ride and smoke you

[Xzibit:]

Man fuck what you goin through emotional nigga

I'm a empire you workin with promotional figures

Entrepreneur niggaz, rollin with disposable triggers

So I can deliver some millimetres right in ya liver

This for my niggaz with that bounce

Ludacris, Lil Flip, Pastor Troy Lil Jon down south

And be careful for them hoes that's reliably aquired

Ask Kobe Bryant nigga I ain't lyin

One day they gone break that sign it's a [?]

Protect ya assets get that bitch on tape

Dictate, legislate through the golden state Ras Kass bring ya ass home we gone celebrate

Half these broads in L.A ya can't touch

Cause half been ran through the other half coked up

Think twice it's yo life sacrifice worth wait then platinum and nice

Calm down lil nigga I ain't tryna provoke you

Jus a lil sumat you can ride and smoke to

I hate to have the homies have to ride and smoke you

I hate to have the homies have to ride and smoke you

Calm down lil nigga I ain't tryna provoke you

Jus a lil sumat you can ride and smoke to

I hate to have the homies have to ride and smoke you

I hate to have the homies have to ride and smoke you

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

Say My Name lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Eminem, Nate Dogg)

 [Eminem:]

This ain't beef man

I don't know what the fuck to call it

But no beef

What up, X?

Just hit 'em

I float like Big's spirit in this bitch, I'm ghostly

Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me

I'll have my motherfucking ass kicked by Moby

If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over me

To do war and try to bring my crew back down

I'll never stoop to that level to do that now

I got a new cat, this time I'm pulling two gats out

With bullets I finally got something to shoot at now

[Xzibit:]

Let's see who got they city on lock

Let's see who got the better aim with the Glock

Let's see who come out on top

Let's see who really want their name in the streets

Let's see who wanna die the same time as me and make ends meet

Now was I blessed with a gift or cursed with a curse?

I follow (Ugh!) hearse after hearse spit verse after verse

And I'll be damned if I let Billy "Dance" Dupri

Or anybody swing an axe at my family tree

So now!

[Nate Dogg:]

I love it when you niggas be talking, saying my name

Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain

Two-zero-zero-three, and shit, it ain't the same

Better have a strap, my nigga, simple and plain

Put your nuts on the table, my nigga, let's play the game

Hurt you so long, you'll be a-ddicted to pain

I don't wanna hear what you meant, do not explain

Right before you lay in your coffin, ho, say my name

[Xzibit:]

Why do you hate me? I came from nothing

Blood, sweat, and tears, you did not create me

How can you doubt me? You don't know shit about me

There'd be no West Coast without me

Cut with the bullshit, I struggle for survival

And now you tryna act like my rival?

Watch what you say, partner, it's a small earth

Don't play games with your life, nigga, it's not worth

All the pain (All the pain), all the agony (All the agony)

All the horror (All the horror), all the tragedy (All the tragedy)

Put your hands up people, it's time to fight now!

I beat holes in your chest, remain hostile

Threaten my life? (C'mon!) One day, you'll understand

They say that pride is the sign of a foolish man

So who the FUCK! You think you talking to?

Live and direct in the flesh, I'm right in front of you!

[Nate Dogg:]

I love it when you niggas be talking, saying my name

Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain

Two-zero-zero-three, and shit, it ain't the same

Better have a strap, my nigga, simple and plain

Put your nuts on the table, my nigga let's play the game

Hurt you so long, you'll be a-ddicted to pain

I don't wanna hear what you meant, do not explain

Right before you lay in your coffin, ho, say my name

[Eminem:]

I never really smashed on Jermaine's ass, Dre smashed him

Nobody ganged up 'til he came back and jacked him

I never really brought it to his ass, I tapped him

I could have been like Treach, poom-papped and slapped him

Purple, for mimicking him with two rapping Urkels

I could have snapped, took it past rap and hurt you

But I didn't, I kept it on wax and served you

I square dance 'cause I'm sick of rapping circles

Around these clowns, steady trying to call me out

It's like I'm listening to motherfucking dogs meow

You'd probably do better trying to come and stomp me out

You don't want it with rap, this is what I'm all about (C'mon!)

(I) No gangsta, you ain't either

(Will) But I know that I spit ether

(Not) I should've crossed your belly

(Lose) Show you I'm not R. Kelly

(X!) Pass me the weed

I'ma put my ashes out on his ass for the last time, man:

Watch your fucking mouth

[Nate Dogg:]

I love it when you niggas be talking, saying my name

Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain

Two-zero-zero-three, and shit, it ain't the same

Better have a strap, my nigga, simple and plain

Put your nuts on the table, my nigga, let's play the game

Hurt you so long, you'll be a-ddicted to pain

I don't wanna hear what you meant, do not explain

Right before you lay in your coffin, ho, say my name

[Eminem:]

It's the last time, man

I'm through

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

So What lyrics - Xzibit (feat. U-N-I)

 Straight out of los angeles

Bringing you the hottest new sound

Xzibit, u-n-i

Dub up

If you don't know so what

Now you know!

(So what) if I right on my thangs

(So what) if we askin' you out da game

(So what) and we rock dem beats dat we used to bang nigga wut

We da best

Crush my swishir on the ground

In hell xl we in the clan

And it's lookin' very humorous

And it's gettin' very curnous

Smokin' remy makin' me hazardous

Let's brain storm flat drug storm

Apart from dem niggas dat we came for

Wut ya aim for

Or take all four tha casulties of war

Dats four dat now came thru the door

Now that's one & two

So the managers love this n publish this like three & four

Dat includes your team effort can we go forward they don't want no more

(So what) if I right on my thangs

(So what) if we askin' you out da game

(So what) and we rock dem beats dat we used to bang nigga wut

We da best

Uh

Middle fingers in the air

(In the air) up high down low we in here

It's dat ignorant bastard

Pokin' niggas ashtrins

Spongebob is squarepants niggas wish they patrick

This ain't no cartoon this reality

I'm up first you after I like the letter j

And I represent the fuckin' math nigga wut

We da best

(So what) if I right on my thangs

(So what) if we askin' you out da game

(So what) and we rock dem beats dat we used to bang nigga wut

We da best

Yeah!

Fold your arms around your chest

Repersent it for your set

We gon get it how we get

Get get it on the floor

Flows so chemical dat I glow

You can't fend the corners I go

We ain't see ya there so I know

We gon break the bread and make doe

Only know the struggle hustler so we have divide em up

Hear you makin' noise we can't hear dat you need to turn it up

Kick the door down for old times sake

Hittin' the government with this snub 38

Kick it with niggas dat push rhymes like weight

Let me see your poker face

(So what) if I right on my thangs

(So what) if we askin' you out da game

(So what) and we rock dem beats dat we used to bang nigga wut

We da best

Spitshine lyrics - Xzibit

 (from "8 Mile" soundtrack)

I'mma clean this whole shit out like colonics

With words put together better than Sony Electronics

King of the jungle, humbly stay honest

Eat with the lions, swim with piranhas

Gasoline the scene, strike the match

Inferno, I'm too thorough, nigga, so stand back (Whoosh)

I spit shine, get mine and rip rhyme

And make my career take an incline

I'm strict with knives, straight with razors

Good with grenades, great with gauges

Been around the world on a million stages

Watch niggas bitch up and go through changes

I had guns before thugs was in fashion

I mashed out before niggas knew mashing

I knew terror before the plane started crashing

I got punch lines and niggas ain't laughing

I'm gon be here after the smoke die down

Insomnia style, I won't lie down

Fight the good fight, don't need no help

Keep your hands up, defend your self

Move like I move and live life long

Can't move up if ya heart not strong

Get'cha own shit 'cause this shit's mine

Every time I spit I shine

Cocksucker, I preach what I practice, back shit up

Wrap this rap shit up, still acting up

Get found in a trunk of an Acura

Y'all suck like jail and Dracula

X turn up the heat, increase the hatred

Straight stone faced don't fuck with gay shit

So I guess that means I can't fuck with you now

Two down, let off, vacate to new town

It feel like Bishop and Juice now

Got a flame thrower that'll burn big holes through your goose down

Rough sound, same strong background

Been on black, the big boys laying chips down

My whole train of thought is

To body any mothafucker with problems and not get caught

I was blessed with life but I curse to death

I'mma spit til my very last breath – fuck y'all!

I'm gon be here after the smoke die down

Insomnia style, I won't lie down

Fight the good fight, don't need no help

Keep your hands up, defend your self

Move like I move and live life long

Can't move up if ya heart not strong

Get'cha own shit 'cause this shit's mine

Every time I spit I shine

Let me get a three second look, I hit a million dollar target

You ain't came up yet, well nigga let me show ya

Come across dope like planes and boats

Like balloons filled with coke down a Mexican's throat

You ever seen a man get smoked, they shit on they self

Their body shake for a second then it gets dissected

For evidence of the weapon and the people involved

Let one nigga talk, everybody gettin' caught for sureo'

I say that to say this (what?)

If you can't handle the time then ride the bench

Might as well touch ya tail and jump the fence

Castrate ya self, expose the bitch

X go head up, but fuck, never ran from it

I got a gauge with buck shot that you can't stomach

You ain't a killa, you a album filler

You ain't a soldier, you a rap promoter, game over!

I'm gon be here after the smoke die down

Insomnia style, I won't lie down

Fight the good fight, don't need no help

Keep your hands up, defend your self

Move like I move and live life long

Can't move up if ya heart not strong

Get'cha own shit 'cause this shit's mine

Every time I spit I shine

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