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Xzibit - Missin′ U

[Intro]
This for you (uh) there ain′t one day that go by
where I don′t think about you (yeah)
This for my mother, Rest In Peace (uh)
To you and yours (yeah) Ride with me (uh)
Come on

[Verse 1]
I know you watching me, guiding me
I know from up there it′s like you watching ′Menace to Society′
Listen you was thirty-two I was only nine
But I′ve learned so much with so little time
Now I′m surrounded by the best of my kind
We put it all together, couldn′t waist your pearls on Swine ma
You taught me better
You can′t protect me or expect me to not struggle n fight
Cause see death is a part of life
What I wouldn′t give for 1 more day wit you
One last embrace n face to face wit you
Explain everything that made me what I am a grown man
From the ground up with my own hands
Will I forget you? Neva
Down right angry sometimes that we ain′t here together
You can feel your roots and see how strong we are
Who would′ve thought we could get this far, damn I miss you

[Chorus: Andre Wilson]
Even though I know it′s been tough
I can′t stress enough no matter what - mama I love you
You′ve always been there by my side
You′ve taught the wrong from the right - mama I love you

[Verse 2]
Yesterday was you fifty-ninth birthday
Time flew missing you in the worst way
I still feel the same pain since the first day
You left through death on God′s request
I can′t complain through the year′s mama I′ve been stressed
Through them bullets and the bad times I′ve been blessed
For the times that I fail but I tried my best
Able to do for my loved one′s, real success
Your the source of my strength I was blessed with your gifts
Your insights, your wisdom, your penmanship
Fun n games, I′m doing thangs, I know you wouldn′t agree with
What I drink, what I smoke, who I be with
You made sure I got some love when there wasn′t none
Opened up my heart showed the world where I′m coming from
Your little grandson is just like your little boy
Mama what you built here no man can ever destroy, your bundle of joy
I′ve been through so much
I lose touch and sometimes I feel that life sucks
My women try to get close I push here away
She wanna talk I just sit there with nothing to say
Feel me its all the pain I contain on the inside
You in the right place but left me at the wrong time
Use to cook, clean, and sing me to sleep
Now I only go to bed with my heat, damn I miss you

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
The school of hard knocks where I learned life′s lessons
With not enough answers and too many questions
When you had me you gave birth to a soldier
Now I′m much older now the world much colder
Our lives in the hands of politicians that don′t care
We ponds in the game biological warfare
The family′s so spread out n disconnected
Trying to hold things together put my soul on records
It′s hard; you know your daughter had a baby too
A beautiful baby girl just another little piece of you
Another branch we can add to the family tree
Responsibility bringing out the man in me
You ain′t a man if your not taking care of home
Raise and protect my own, until they full-grown
No matter how much these streets try to change me
I′m never ′gon forget how you raised me
I Love You, Forever.

[Chorus]

[Ad Libs]
Yeah, all the mothers, all the daughters, yeah, come on
Sun, Moon, Earth, yeah, this for you, uh, Damn, Damn I Miss You

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:20

Xzibit - Shroomz

Verse 1.

its a long day Friday
its like movin on this way
got Xzibit up tight, right
Partner cam through wit two white boys
(duuude)
talkin noise bout a hot spot
where bitches come alone
and niggas dont cop block
let the top drop
and we out
hit the liquor store
give me O.E. and three blunts
no make it four
anything else
(Vitamin C pills and orange juice)
what are you drinking gin
(no dude its the shroomz)
the shroomz? (what?)
yeah thats some other shit
one of the reasons why George Clinton sees the mother ship
how high it make you get
fucked up?
throw it up, guts
or do it have you stuck wit soft dick and cant fuck
hold up

Verse 2.

now chew ′em up and slam the orange juice
vitamin c chase
kill the taste
you can tell its nasty by the look on my face
dont get it twisted like a nigga coked up
and druggied down
see cannibus and mushrooms be comin from the ground
all natural
post it at the club
looking funny style
tight slack
pimp feather hat
where the bitches at
here
we giving orders at the bar holding money
when all of a sudden
all the people started looking funny
and started lookin runny
and likwitfy
right before my very eye
this is a different kind of high

(ohh shit, you see this shit
this motherfuckers melting and shit)

Verse 3.

niggas and bitches walkin by that i recognize
feeling hypnotized
pupils dialated changing size
thats when i heard the battle cries from across the room
set thes crooked niggas straight
nickel proof
activate
for mom
i brought wild niggas smashing you
came crashing through
elbows and right hooks for you
we got thrown out by this time
my shit is blown out
pull the phone out
accelleration and we bone out
in the zone out beyond
Captain Kurk and cling on
shit that im on
be high powered like a yukon
back to my house
fucked up
trying to see straight
how much of that bullshit did I actually take
(2 grams duuude)
god damn
no wonder why I feel like a underneath total white boy fagot
we got beef
over did it holms
niggas playin bones in the living room
restless
try to find anything to mess with
where my keys at
pickin up clothes
trying to fold this shit
see my riot gage on teh wall
better unload this shit
fucked up niggas and fire arms dont mix right
cocked back the chamber
dumping shells till it felt lite
thought I dumped the all
counted 7
but it was 8
straight gone
point the barrel at teh flow and let it go

(fuck!, shit!...wooow...ah ah ah its cool, I just shot the flow man.
Its all good, its all good...ah ah where everbody at, ah shit (haha)
fuckin wit dat shit

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:19

Xzibit - Defari Herut

[Xzibit]

Yeah, uh, what, worldwide

Yeah, Im forever, ever lastin, spread the wealth
Procrastination like masturbation, your fuckin yourself
So we gonna move on em quickly (what)
No chance to think about coming back
Chain smoke em, turn they lungs black
See I was raised to love black, but sometimes
Black folks wanna sweat you harder than the one-time
Never participate in dumb, def and blind shit
Plus I got my little man, so daily I′m reminded
The ride only gets rougher (right)
But I′ll be damned if me and my niggas suffer
Smuggle this motherucker with the raw shit, I′m blessed wit
Lookin at the world, burned for the young and the desperate
Showed heart, but got cardiac arrested
More than a nigga with an image and a press kit
The wreck hits, creates desert land, desolate
The whole intent to rock the shit, keep the herb lit

[Chorus: Xzibit (Defari)]

Handle your business before your business handles you
Mister X to the Z (and Defari Herut), one two
(Remain true, regardless what we go through)
Yeah, handle your business so you can stand on your on two
[*repeat*]

[Defari Herut]

Everyday I puts in down in LA, hustle in this
Assassin lyricist, serious, muscle in this
I call the bets, I know we got coordinates on more games to wreck
We blaze shows, never no Half Step
Tactics, B-Boys, no games no antics
No false images, no bullshit semantics
We planned this, for hundred of thousands
Reignin/Rainin on they brains with lyrics, from the mountains
Don′t contemplate what you can′t even demostrate
Defari lottery draftpick, never the second rate
Nigga who wanna hate but front like its all great
I gots no time for these emotional niggas, I gots to motivate
Moves to make, best rhyme straight
That′s for the old school, this here′s our year, it′s time to elevate
Handle this, don′t hesitate got money to make
Push maximum levels from the Golden State

[Chorus]

[Defari Herut]

This combination′s high calibre
Hatians stay amazed and confused like this was algebra
I′m scoutin the, best land for property
Never sloppily, picture someone stoppin me
From gettin mine, line after line
And you wonder why I call these fake niggas Miller
they think they Genuine; I′m startin to shine, imported Italian
With a custom made Herut charm as my medallion

[Xzibit]

Seem like, I recite the same prayer every night
Watch my folks, make sure my dogs stay tight
And fully prepared to gunfight in broad daylight
Till then, lick it to the chin, let it begin
We could break bread or break skin; and watch me send it
Try not to break the law, sometimes I gotta bend it
And my directions, suggest for your own protection
You motherfuckers keep it movin like an intersection

[Chorus]

Serious business [*scratched in background*]
Fuck you, like that Mr. X to the Z, Defari Herut. Yeah, yeah right? [3X]
What, keep it movin like this y′all

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:19

Xzibit - Bird′s Eye View

featuring 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

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:19

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:18

Xzibit - Hit And Run (Part 2)

[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

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:18

Xzibit - Rimz & Tirez

[Defari]
Take a chance, come dance with a cowboy
Playin stopped playin long time ago with childish toys
It′s only men in here; deuce deuce inch Pirelli
and Goodyear niggaz, sip malt liquor beer
They gave me sixth man of the year, came off the bench for Tha Liks
Shot the lights out at the championship
Big chips, big trips, new fits, my money clip′s
full of green cheese, my other pocket got green weed
Rap niggaz, we different individuals
Elevate the level of the music and the visuals
It′s do or die, I need a +Priest+, call +Superfly+
Whatever we discuss when we meet′s between you and I
I′m truly high, red-eyed for the red-eye flight
Five hours, eight drinks, I rode all night, shit
Everyday, every night′s a saloon
Crime blitty, good bottle, million dollar tunes

[Chorus: Goldie Loc]
Love when when you′re out there on the ave
When you′re down 24/7, niggaz don′t know the half
My Romeo′s step down on the pedal
my back keeps on scrapin the metal
I be coastin and be coastin, hittin three wheel motion
with my rimz and tirez

[Xzibit]
I ain′t never seen Kevlar flesh (hell naw)
Y′all bitch niggaz is flirtin and fuckin with death
I was taught to stick with the right and work with the left
Never love nothin, never turn snitch and confess
Got catch me in the heat of the act, and run the risk
of catchin three to the back, and try walkin with that (yeah!)
I ain′t goin to the pen for shit, except to snatch up
my loved ones to get loose and hop the fence
It ain′t hard to look hard, snatch up a catalogue
Mad dog to niggaz that walk up your boulevard (yeah!)
But one day, you gon′ feel it (what?)
I′m a firm believer in the theory if it bleeds, I can kill it
A hit man for hire (yeah!) caught up in the crossfire
The live wire, leak a nigga like a vampire
My empire roll rimz and tirez
Either get with us, forget us and get behind us, muh′fuckers

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
Ride along, with my rimz and tirez
Side along

[Kokane]
Mr. Recycler (what?) I′m lookin for a sixty-two Chevy
and she kinda bad, threw him six and I was read′
(Whatchu want me to do?) To get spic and span
Man I′m glad you came and got me from that old white man (good lookin)
He took me to a spot in Long Beach, hooked me up with four pumps
(bzzt) but everybody in the hood can′t jump (bzzt)
And I change colors when the sun hit me
Fix me up, now my owner wanna slang me for 50?
Bling bling, now I belong to a Japanese
And they was quick to throw me in the magazines
I make money (huh?) I never broke down, fools trippin
(Check it out) How many cars you see in Seoul on streets dippin?
(None) Afraid to get that ass caught slippin (why?)
For me it was an easy task
I kept an engine on my ass with heat under the dash
Fool (peep game) I was born to lowride on rimz and tirez, yeah

[Chorus] - 2X

[ad libs to end]

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:18

Xzibit - Don′t Approach Me

[X] Pssh, man I need a lighter man
[E] Right here
[X] Yeahhh.. whassup Slim?
[E] What′s crackin?
[X] Hit this shit
[E] Ssshhit I almost hit this motherfucker today
[X] Psh, is that right?
[E] What is it with motherfuckers thinkin that..
[E] {*SIGH*} because we′re in the spotlight or whatever that..
[E] they can do or say whatever they want to us
[E] and that we won′t retaliate
[X] Protect my motherfuckin self, by ANY
[both] MEANS, NECESSARY
[E] Right?

[Chorus 2X: Eminem]
Cause you don′t know me, I don′t know you
So don′t approach me, I won′t approach you
And don′t insult me, I won′t insult you
Cause you don′t know what I will or I won′t do

[Xzibit]
Make no mistake, I′m the Golden State heavyweight
Bein underrated gave me time to create it
Can you relate? I renovate, straight out the gate
Carried my weight, but seem to receive nothin but hate
Millionaires snatchin crumbs off my little son plate
Kidnapped, locked in a trunk, get shot in the face
No hoes, no clothes, no one showin up for my shows
You know how it goes; I might as well kick it at home
But my baby momma hate my guts and can′t stand me (yeah)
Packed up, moved out, started a new family
So all this strugglin for what, so I can blow up
marry a slut but can′t watch my seed grow up?
FUCK THAT, this the fuckin thanks I get
for tryin to edutain assholes and feed my bitch
Yo I feel like my whole life is upside down (upside down)
cause you seein more support than I′m seein my child
It′s like..

[Eminem]
.. everyday I wake up, another drama
It′s a wonder I′m alive, survivin this karma
If I can hold on to my private life for five minutes longer
I might get my wife to let go of this knife and just calm her
without these cameras in our faces like animals
for your Channel 2 Action News to follow our ambulence up the avenue
and catch a glimpse of all the suicide attempts
and what we do in private since they won′t let us put up a fence
And you wonder why I carry every gun under the sun
whether it′s unloaded full or an un-registered one
No bullet, you′re so full of shit
this clip is so full it′ll spit if I don′t pull it
And don′t give me no bullshit I′m not in the mood
I just got in a feud in some parkin lot with a dude
over Kim and she just slit both of her wrists over the shit
Don′t tell me bout the show business shit
I know what this is, bitch

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
This ain′t business, this is personal BITCH
You don′t know Xzibit from shit, new school, class dismissed
I had a very FUCKED UP day, I′m needin this fit
Shuttin motherfuckers up like they pleadin the 5th
Yo Em it′s time to get serious with it (yeah)
Time for everybody to feel it, similar to the egg in the skillet
This is your brain on drugs, Xzibit brain on thugs
Ain′t no neighborhood that′s big enough to bang on us
Ain′t no love lost my niggaz, relax yo′self
I′m about to snatch it all and start spreadin the wealth
To my niggaz who never seen it I mean it when I holla
at the top of my lungs about my guns and my loved ones
Got, tons of ammo to crack your enamel
Changin your channel, you played like a fuckin piano
Ridin slow through Cali like I′m ridin a camel
Millionaire motherfuckers with their brains in their flannels
I feel like, Tony Soprano, who do I trust now?
Just hit me on my tele′ nigga soon as I touch down
Spit lines to split spines just to get mine
Big behind bitches gettin dick to spit shine
Sniff lines of coke, that′s the only shit that make you dope
Bitch-ass nigga that′s droppin the soap
Get choked out and beat, put your head in a vise-grip
and turn til you motherfuckers tell me the right shit

[Eminem]
So do I gotta buy a whole block to myself
a front door with twelve locks
and have a bodyguard walk me out to my mailbox
and everytime somebody makes a threat, run and tell cops?
Fuck that, I protect myself with these twelve shots
and one in the chamber, gun in the waist
and one in the ankle, waitin for someone to come to my place
tryin to walk up and knock like these cocksuckers are not
gonna get a shotgun or a glock shoved in their face?
And it′s a disgrace Hailey can′t play with her toys
in the front yard without you drivin by honkin your horn
screamin some shit, leanin out your windows, beepin n shit
Or pullin up in my drive like I won′t leap in your whip
And so these kids tell their friends and relatives where I live
so my address ends up on the internet again
So then, I do an interview with Spin, tellin them
that if someone comes to my crib, I′ma shove a gun in their ribs
And reporters, blow it out of proportion
"Oh, now he′s pullin guns on his fans
just for tryin to stand on his porch"
And I′m the bad guy, cause I don′t answer my door like "Hey hi!
You guys wants some autographs? Okay, form a straight line!"
Sometimes I feel like loadin this rifle
and climbin the roof at night and hidin outside to snipe you
It′s not that I don′t like you..
.. it′s just that I′m not behind the mic
I′m a person who′s just like you

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:17

Xzibit - Sorry I′m Away So Much

(Xzibit talking)
Come here Tre, what′s up son, come on
To whom it may concern, yeah, listen
Sorry I′m away so much, yeah, yeah
All the sons, daughters, penitentary niggas, yeah, feel me
Uh, sorry I′m away so much, yeah

(Xzibit)
My son was born about four and a half years ago
Nothin protected him, amazin how fast they grow
I came to know about his likes and his dislikes, yeah
Video games, taught him how to ride his first bike
This is the life my little nigga, I see you gettin all upset
When I leave the house, poutin, let me tell you about
Tryna make it in this world and provide for you
′Cause on them overseat plane rides I miss you too
Never knew that I would have to be away so much
Five thousand dollar phone bills keepin in touch
We Starskey and Hutch, yeah, we partners for life, yeah
I rock mics, so I′m sorry when I hug you if I squeeze too tight
Long nights in the studio take me away
Gettin mad ′cause I′m tired and you want me to play
Money can′t replace time, I′m just tryna get you outta the fine relyin
And expand your mind my lil′ ni′, yeah
Yeah, c′mon

(Chorus-X)
Look, sorry I′m away so much
Understand me, yeah
It′s for you, hah, yeah (you, and you, and you)
C′mon, look, sorry I′m away so much
Huh, we keep it gangsta
Look

(Xzibit)
I got a brother locked down, he be out in a couple
Knuckle for knuckle, a veteran and nothin but muscle
Now broadcastin live from behind the wall
Stayin tight through long kites and telephone calls
Gettin hype when you see your brother on T.V.
Can′t wait for your release so you can roll with me
Arrange everything exactly how it′s supposed to be
For right now here′s a thousand, J, stay lo-key
You say damn Xzibit, whyn′t you pay a nigga a visit
Time limits got me movin a million miles a minute
Knee deep, gotta strike while the iron is hot
Still gotta eat and keep the lights on when it′s not
Sleepin on cots, bullet wounds got you in knots
I wish I was there to snatch you up instead of the cops
Muthafuck it, do the time and get it out of the way
You goin from convict to corporate nigga in one day (in one day)

(Chorus)

(Quik)
Now I ain′t never been this hot before
So in essence it′s obvious, I ain′t never been this out before
I′m spending 25-8 days, 366 times a year
Up in the studio freakin and mixin rhymes in here
Nothin but beer, bud smoke, Hen and Coke, women and sheer
Callin playa niggas there
Not the kinda place I really wanna bring my son
Get on lil′ Dane, gon′ in there and have you some fun
Used to be that ??? be up there sewin ya clothes
While I′m with you on the Playstation showin you codes
Hit the X button stupid, forward, left, right, X
Now I′m tryna get your college fund, bustin with X

(Suga Free)
Come here, give that here dada,
no no don′t do that mama ′cause dada be back
Here go your ba-ba, Pampers, flashy ???, you can see that
You tryna figure out
why dada talkin to you through this glass on the phone
Ooh, I socked a bitch and then she snitched, but I′ll be home
Can′t keep me away, just can′t stay away

(Chorus-Suga Free)
(Suga Free talkin to fade)

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:17

Xzibit - Fuckin′ You Right

(Xzibit talkin)
Listen to this, I′m just tryna do this for us
You know what I′m sayin, you scream at the top of your fucking lungs
Yeah, I′m just tryna do this hard work and get this good between us baby, yeah

Look, Samantha, Loraine, Monica, Veronica
Veronica, she treated my dick like a harmonica
How you think I learned how to twist it and turn
Ya back until it′s broke, make you feel it in your throat
It was Pamela, Linda, Keisha, Nicole
Had me fuckin while I was drivin on cruise control
Can′t wait to get it home and teach it all to you
Look I′m just tryna be the best, I′m doin it all for you
You know that thing with the peanut butter
My Brooklyn bitch said fuck untyin the ropes,
it′s faster with a box cutter
I know you love the way I′m diggin you out
But always wanna fuckin aruge so let′s figure this out
I′m just tryna make you happy bitch
Who′s there for you anytime you get in the mood for suckin a dick
I took the time out to find out what ya like
You bust fifteen nuts, wanna get up and fight
So look

(Chorus)
You should thank of all the bitches that I have in my life
All the experience I′m gettin got me fuckin you right
Never took time to see it and plus
All you thinkin ′bout is yourself, I′m thinkin for us
You love the way I beat it down when I come in the house
And all in ya mouth, the bedroom, kitchen and couch
You should thank all of the bitches that I have in my life
All the experience I′m gettin got me fuckin you right

It was Gina, Julie, Renee, Ty and Tammy
Made me spend some extra days in Miami
Candy, Trisha, Prescilla, Melissa
Showed X to the Z it′s better with three
Who could fuck your ass better than me (pssst)
I think not, hard knock the cock, welcome to my sweat shop
I pick locks made by NFL, NBA, NHL, fuck all day
You could say I didn′t do this shit
Unsatisfied bitches gotta go out and chase the dick
And that′s just not the thing to do
So I learn new shit from the next bitch and teach it to you
Now don′t you love it how I shove it baby (hell yeah)
When we be fuckin and we thuggin baby (hell yeah)
The way I hit it when I pump it baby (hell yeah)
And don′t I spit it when I bust it baby (hell yeah)

(Chorus)

I insist that we fuckin on videotape
Just incase a bitch lose face and try and call rape
If you know somethin that might excite up our late night
Got an open invite to lay us a pipe
Make ya head feel like your wet, warm and tight
I′ll go from all night ′til the sun turn bright
Two wrongs don′t make it right bitch, no need to cheat
(Pussy just a piece of meat, another means to eat)
Big Tray D told me that, as a matter of fact
You only tell me that you love me when you′re flat on your back
You wanna leave me now bitch, my fuckin feelings is hurt
Why am I the only one that′s tryna make this work

(Chorus)
(Tray D talking to fade)

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:16

Xzibit - Hit & Run (Part II)

[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 mattress 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

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:16

Xzibit - Don′t Let The Money Make You

[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

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:16

Xzibit - Recycled Assassins

featuring 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

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:15

Xzibit - Nobody Sound Like Me

Intro:
Interviewer:
If you saw you walking on a street and a
black man were comin′ torward you
what would you be feeling?

Scared man:
Just one single black man? (yeah)
I really don′t fear that
You know but if it′s a group I′m talking from age thirt
even thirteen even younger than
thirteen. Yes I will walk across the street.

Interviewer:
Well let me ask you this...

Hook:
"I don′t want niggas soundin′ like me" -Ghostface Killah on ′Shark Niggas
(Biters)′
"I don′t want niggas soundin′ like me knowhatI′msayin′?" (x2)

Xzibit:
Yo we gettiin′ restless me and D.O.G.s
Never pretendin′ rather we sendin′ a very clear message
Either you with me or against me punk hit ′em up
Provide housin′ for these shrimp from the shells we dump
I′m makin′ ′em bounce other niggas fail to bump
Til we takin′ advantage of inflicting irreversable damage
It′s the long awaited anticipated Likwit MC
Bombin′ first cause I feel it′s better to give then receive
You better believe
Xzibit stays savage above the average
When niggas try to switch turn bitch for the cabbage
But see all that irrelevant it′s like tryin′ to turn a whore celibate
I dance with the devil for the hell of it
Burning down your lavish lanndscape on digital tape
Cause everything you rhymin′ about is actually fake
So make room for the legitamate nasty inconsiderate
Thinkin′ you rankin′ top dollar but really counterfeit

Hook

Montageone:
Niggas we null and void I get swole like a keyloid
To overload your system with rhymes for millenniums
To shut down artists with beats the deep closure
Battlin′ top rank for bank and exposure
So open up your door to me Cause if it′s closed
I′m a brakin′ in with some pantyhose
Over the mic
So you don′t know who I sound like
Executing those who record and bite to sound tight
It′s not permitted by the right
The Gustopo surprising these niggas like Benny Blanco
Remember me man? You thought I was a fan till I threw you in the back of a
van
Yo these Drop Squad delegates rhymes are delicate
I spit on the mic to get these MC′s pussys wet
For those with plans to clone me thee original
It can′t be done I′m digital (digital)

Hook

Xzibit:
Yo who wanna come see the hard rock?
The non stop green block yo whole block recieve speed knot
You need not
Get brave my bullets never graze
They hit close to home seperating flesh from bone
So better get off on your own bitch
Rollin′ chrome shit tryin′t to own shit
I was molded, after the best that the streets had to offer
The author of my own destiny
So I suggest you stop stressin′ me
I′ll find out when I pull my nine out and blow your mind out
Play a deadly game with no fouls and no time outs
Inhale large amounts of dojah forever ready like a soldier
I′m lock mode and shoot from the shoulder
And burn down your lavish landscape digital tape
Cause everything you rhyme about is actually fake
So make room for the legitamate nasty inconsiderate
Thinkin′ you rankin′ top dollar but really counterfeit

Hook

"I don′t want niggas soundin′ like me. On no album"

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:15

Xzibit - Been a Long Time

[Saafir as radio host]
Rrrah, uhh, bitch!
It′s radio radio station, cat Xzibit huh?
K-W-Balls, Daniel Thompson hold like this
Like that in fact, with a fat-ass Battlecat track
I′m takin caller number one, that is..
Rrrah uhh, bitch - you took too long
Caller number two like this..

[Xzibit]
{*BZZT*} Bounce up out of the house close to midnight
Full rack up in the back {*BZZ BZZ*} shit is tight
Full charge and I′m out for somethin
Mass production, Battlecat bang percussion
End of discussion, hittin some corners, rearrange thangs
and brang change, we expand California
Listen - I lost more than I can ever gain back
from this road to riches, makin my heart turn black
So I′m cold to bitches, and I never call back
Plus I′m stoned and vicious, lay your whole hood flat
Get your, shit together nigga Big Snoop Dogg told me
′Do music and leave that other shit alone homey′
We came from dust, the X-odus, the hard to touch
Y′all niggaz ain′t fuckin with us, and plus
it ain′t nothin like standin on your own two
So run them streets, but never let ′em run you

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Time is steady wastin, steady wastin
Since time won′t wait for me, yeah, won′t wait, won′t wait
Just give me a beat that′s bang, give me a beat that′s bangin
I′ll bust ′til I′m deceased, yeah, wooo-oooh, ooh-ooh-ooooh

[Xzibit]
Tune in, witness the rise of a icon
The python wrap around ′til your breath gone
The upper echelon, and I′m the cat you pull a weapon on
and wanna squeeze ′til my life is gone?
Back to the wall and trust nobody
Sippin Cognac with Kurupt, Young Gotti
Somebody gotta recognize this
Throw fo′ fingers up, add a thumb, then make it a fist
Number one draft pick, lead the league in assists
Give a fuck how you decorate your neck and your wrists
You just settin yourself up for the twist (gimme that) it′s like this
Only a few slide through like the Schindler′s List
Who′s the bitch, who′s the mack, what′s worse
the niggaz that bring in the coke or smoke the crack?
Metaphor figure four let it break your back (yeah)
It′s been a long time, where the gangstas at?

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Damn it feels good to be back in the saddle
On top of the game, crackin the frame, the heat of the battle
Been a long time comin but we waited
Xzibit went from bein hated, to makin the whole world say it
Give a fuck if the radio play it
Niggaz fall like the domino effect and you can′t delay it
It ain′t about who you are when you′re makin your stack
It′s the look that′s on your face when you givin it back
So picture that

[Nate Dogg]
Time, keeps on slippin, slippin.. keeps on slippin away.. mm-hmm
My mind keeps on trippin, trippin.. trippin like ev-ery-day.. mm-hmm

[X] Yeah, it′s been a long time

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:15

Xzibit - Release Date

Yeah, today the big day

[Xzibit]
Been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones
One more day and I′m a free man walkin
Leavin from behind these gates, I paid my debt to the state
And ever since they took the weights
Wasn′t much for a nigga to do but start thinkin
Wishin I was back home drinkin every weekend
Remember like it′s yesterday, eight-teen and ?
I can′t remember the letters I just wrote a lot of them
Goin for a ride that I cannot stop
Set up shop in Cochran, connect the dots
And for those that don′t know, thats the Pen-East to Fresno
Northeast to Baskersfield, fuck "Let′s Make a Deal"
Livin around niggaz who kill, right along with the niggaz who will
At the drop of a hat, sharpen up anything hard to stab you with that
Niggaz givin up the manhood they can′t get back
It′s a sick university, murder the cirriculum
Concrete campuses, I miss Los Angeles
More than that I′m missin my kids
Missin my turf, missin my bitch, what could be worse?
Shouldn′t have asked that, called the bitch collect (It′s Xzibit)
Some nigga picked up, wanted to break her neck
When kites slide up under your door, you slide them back
Cause when you pick em up and read em that′s where you′re at
And if you ain′t rollin with that then watch your back
Level four right away, gettin hit the same day
Playin the price for the games you play
Never realize how precious time is til you give it away
Can′t remember what a t-bone taste like
I stayed awake nights listening to the sounds of prison life
Motherfuckers cryin, shanks gettin sharpened
Tacs gettin taced up, plottin and talkin
Sellin everything from weed to blow
When it′s time for you to go you′re the last to know
niggaz holdin weight, essays got the power
Locked down, one shower every seventy-two hours
? tuna, trigger happy sharpshooters
Waitin for the jump off, can′t wait to thump off
Had to smash a nigga readin my shit
Tryin to intercept my outside and write my bitch
I seen niggaz sleep for weeks, get too weak
And then physically and mentally cannot compete
Find new shit to master, make the time move faster
Home sweet home, shipped off to Land Caster
Kept a low pro, close to home and I′m trippin
Time to catch up with all the shit that I been missin
Everybody runnin they mouth, pussy to count
Cause bitches in Cali love niggaz thats freshed out
But some of these niggaz on swipe
Gettin out with the virus caught from the nigga he liked
Fuck that, when I touch back I got plans
If I can′t rock the powder, rock the fans
Give my naked pictures away, shake some hands
Hope I never seen none of you motherfuckers again
On all times take the long walk to the front gate
Dress out expandin shit, today my release date

[Talking]
[X] Alright my niggaz, I′m gone, see you in an ounce dog, woo!
[G] What′s up nigga
[X] Yeah, what′s up nigga
[G] Hey get in the car, my nigga, sup X?
Here goes ya motherfuckin chain nigga
Lucky I didn′t pawn that motherfucker
[X] Ha, yeah right
Check it out dog, everybody know that you just got out
That shit was all on the radio
But dig it I got two strippin bitches
just flew in from motherfuckin Las Vegas
ready to get down and dirty, I got a pound of weed, got on the Hennessy
Everybody at the club waitin, what you wanna do?
[X] Take me to the motherfuckin studio

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:14

Xzibit - My Life, My World

Ok, alright, alright. You got me up? Is the Mic On?
Yeah. I pledge allegiance to the un-united streets of Los Angeles
Check this shit out, yeah yeah...Come on, Ha!
You thought I was about to start right there right?
Y′all motherfuckers turn this shit up, it′s X to the motherfucking Z
Yeah...Ha, welcome to my planet..

[Verse 1]
Some things money just can′t buy
From what I seen now that′s a God damn lie
Been involved in some other shit, ran from the government
Landed the mother ship, thanks for the ride
My niggaz still bang like the wrath of Cain
Fast lane, smack ya bodyguard and take ya chain
And it′s all in another day′s work for me
I spit the truth, the truth gone set y′all free SO-
What′s my anti-drug? Drugs!
Anti-drugs is when I can′t get none, for fun
I drop flows, punk the punk rappers
Load clips for nines and clap with gun clappers
Listen, too many motherfucking cooks in ya kitchen
Missin′ the most important part of life ′cause you bitchin′
Bitchin′ so much you should tuck ya nuts
And dick between ya thighs and color your eyes
And wax your legs and buy some bras and thongs
And go crazy in the nightclub for sisqo′s songs
You a hook motherfucker with the Jordache look
Bring lead with ya heat so the beef can cook

[Chorus: Xzibit]
Who′s sticking to the script like pistol grip?
Xzibit, tradition of X-cellence
Hit ′em up, this westside G.S.B
Openbar all night drinks for free
Victory ′cause we make history
niggaz actually have the audacity
We the shit from the get and we set to win
Straight hard on a bitch y′all sensitive
[singing]
My life, my world, X to the Z
The streets done took so much from me
Fuck what you heard this is realityyyyy
I close my eyes and pray just to see
Another day I live to breathe
My life, my world, this is realityyyyy
(Yeah, Welcome to my planet)

[Verse 2]
I done had sleep for dinner, natural born sinner
Watched fiends suck crack through car antennas
Now that we winning motherfuckers aim to get us
The game is vicious constant hostile conditions
For the times I dropped Jewels and nobody would listen (nope)
A new position, got a couple of pots to piss in
Got the aim of Oswald nigga I ain′t missin′
If everybody eating′ who the fuck gone clean the kitchen
I got vision, and a real deep suspicion
About a lot of rappers reps and they street conditions
Everybody got bricks of yay, claim they do crimes that pay
And tell you that it paved the way (BULLSHIT!)
Well only a few niggaz really came up this way
With gunplay day-to-day quick to blow you away
Trying to sound like snoop, trying to ball like Dre
I just think you mutherfuckers ain′t got shit to say

[Chorus: Xzibit]
Who′s sticking to the script like pistol grip?
Xzibit, tradition of X-cellence
Hit ′em up, this westside G.S.B
Openbar all night drinks for free
Victory ′cause we make history
niggaz actually have the audasity
We the shit from the get and we set to win
Straight hard on a bitch y′all sensative
[singing]
My life, my world, X to the Z
The streets done took so much from me
Fuck what you heard this is realityyyyy
I close my eyes and pray just to see
Another day I live to breathe
My life, my world, this is realityyyyy
(Yeah, Welcome to my planet)

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:14

Xzibit - Positively Negative

featuring 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

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:13

Xzibit - BK To LA

ft. M.O.P.

Yeah! AO WWW, AO WWW!
C′mon! Yeah, yeahhh (yeah) yeahhh, yeahhh
M.O.P.! Uhh (X to the Z)
Yeah baby, that′s right, you know how we do it
One time, X, where you at my nigga?
FIYAHHHH!!!!

[Xzibit]
I spread the hate, like Taliban records and tapes
Shoot five times to the sky, gimme some space
I got y′all, runnin in place, cut to the heart of the subject
(MASH OUT NIGGAZ!) Straight from the gutter you love it
Ain′t nothin above it, we stomp y′all religiously
Watchin paper thugs tryin to hide behind the industry
From here to infinity, love thy enemy
Niggaz got the knowledge but don′t know the chemistry
All inside your baseball hat and kneecaps
with baseball bats (′TIL FAME HIT YOU WITH THE MINI-MAC)
Full body black fatigues, lungs black from weed
In black limo tinted SUV′s with Bill

[Billy Danze]
STILL (still) WORLD (world) FAMOUS
The underdogs of rap, back to claim this, the fact remain we′re
heartless and painless, it′s dangerous to strangers
that try to change us, knowin we′re anxious to flame ′em

[Chorus 2X: Xzibit + M.O.P.]
[X] Huh, you want problems I′ma bring ′em to you
[B] We cockin them thangs
[X] Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
[B] We ready to bang
[X] Yeah, you talk impressive, you don′t mean it do you?
[B] Watch where you aim
[F] Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga

[Billy Danze]
You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it′s your man B.D.
From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G. (IT′S)
M.O.P., and X to the Z
is a friend of our family (YEAH MY NIGGA)
For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore players
I rub you under your face with single-edged razors
Cold street INTELLIGENCE, O.G.′s and REBEL MEN
Grip quick, cock squeeze and LEVEL MEN to SETTLE IT
(From L.A. to) B.K., from B.K. to (L.A.)
Persistant and insistant on doin it our way
Do you really wanna fuck with Danze? (c′mon)
When he comin with them thugs in the van
Double clutch in his hands, my nigga

[Lil′ Fame]
Make the world flame! Face the Fame-ster, part, Fame-ster
Y′all niggaz akin to God and gangsters
(YOU SEE IT!) It′s the M dot, to the O dot, to the P
With X to the Z hot, what′s happenin?

[Chorus]

[Interlude 2X: Xzibit]
Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater
Watch how you rise, fall and thank me later
Look in my eyes, I should not have to say it
Look alive, these streets is complicated

[Lil′ Fame]
AO WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
You got problems with us? Start poppin
I get in yo′ chest like anthrax, vaccine couldn′t stop it
Let′s move on ′em (aoww) must move on ′em
Rush in, gun-bustin, black seven plus tools on ′em
Never snooze on ′em, I′m short, haven′t got room for ′em
I send you to God with no shoes
CLUELESS! Real G′s run this, we rule this
If you wanna get into some gangsta shit, let′s do this
(YES SIR!) No question, no half-steppin
Streets is my profession, heat in my posession
Hollow-tips is the answer; look around you see the signs
say "NO SMOKIN" but our guns got cancer!

[Xzibit]
Yeah cause I′m not (I′m not) what you thought I was
Like my career was gon′ fade like a fuckin buzz
Raise the stakes high, I solidify
the grip that I keep on shit, GET OFF MY DICK!

[Chorus]

[random ad libs to fade]

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:13

Xzibit - Enemies

Yeah!!! AO WWWW, AO WWWW!

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Sometimes I′m my own worst ENEMY
With friends like y′all, the fuck needs ENEMIES?
I beat, I stab, I kill my ENEMIES
Refuse to let you waste my ENERGY

[Xzibit]
I heard they callin me a immigrant; well this motherfuckin immigrant
came to yo′ city and started runnin shit
X is like the government, taxin that ass
Been harassed to the point that I′m ready to blast
And spend the rest of my life behind metal and glass
Never seen a nigga move so fast, cut you in half
Sick of all these threats, these bitches with no action
Hog-tie, watch you die and start laughin
And no longer will I sit back and let you disrespect the fact
that we elevated West coast rap
And bring shit back to the point "X" is all that they checkin for
In the clubs, the streets, the shows and the record stores
What more can you ask for, eat your heart out
Fall out with bitch niggaz constantly callin my name out
I′m really not givin a fuck, you′re pressin your luck
I′m a walkin warhead ready to self-destruct, so WHAT?!

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
My name feel like a slap in the face
My name feel like a gat in yo′ waist
My name is all over the place
Erasin all misconceptions
I live my whole life with aggression bitch;
and I′m not stressin
Your words ain′t workin I feel so much pressure
Padlock, chain around, neck no lesser
Sick of niggaz runnin they mouth
It don′t take much to get knocked out, round these parts when I start
Shit full clips get emptied, revenge WE
move like the Secret Service, I ain′t nervous
I just wanna tell the truth.. the whole truth
When I′m on the stand explainin how I had to shoot
Absolute domination, extreme mutilation
No hesitation, I′m a movin violation
So don′t get hit in the street
Used to have friends and family, now I got nothin but beef
WHAT THE FUCK?!?!

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
So-and-so hate me, blah-blah gon′ get me
If I gotta go, y′all niggaz comin wit me
I′ma walk like a soldier, talk like a soldier
Cinderblock stock, shootin straight from the shoulder
Just too much shit in the air
Burn bridges you could never repair
I slap box with a bear
I can speak from experience, you speak from ignorance
I remove you, have your whole family feelin it
Y′all hate the fact that X-Man got hustle
"Man vs Machine," mind vs. muscle
I drop concoctions, you leave me no options
Have your bitch screamin out, "SOMEBODY STOP HIM!!"
No more Mr. Nice Guy, I′m a tyrant
L.A.′s finest, Open Bar behind us
Don′t look hard, it ain′t too hard to find us
From here to infinity, FUCK MY ENEMIES!

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:13

Xzibit - Handle Your Business

featuring Defari Herut

[Xzibit]

Yeah, uh, what, worldwide

Yeah, Im forever, ever lastin, spread the wealth
Procrastination like masturbation, your fuckin yourself
So we gonna move on em quickly (what)
No chance to think about coming back
Chain smoke em, turn they lungs black
See I was raised to love black, but sometimes
Black folks wanna sweat you harder than the one-time
Never participate in dumb, def and blind shit
Plus I got my little man, so daily I′m reminded
The ride only gets rougher (right)
But I′ll be damned if me and my niggas suffer
Smuggle this motherucker with the raw shit, I′m blessed wit
Lookin at the world, burned for the young and the desperate
Showed heart, but got cardiac arrested
More than a nigga with an image and a press kit
The wreck hits, creates desert land, desolate
The whole intent to rock the shit, keep the herb lit

Chorus: Xzibit (Defari)

Handle your business before your business handles you
Mister X to the Z (and Defari Herut), one two
(Remain true, regardless what we go through)
Yeah, handle your business so you can stand on your on two
*repeat*

[Defari Herut]

Everyday I puts in down in LA, hustle in this
Assassin lyricist, serious, muscle in this
I call the bets, I know we got coordinates on more games to wreck
We blaze shows, never no Half Step
Tactics, B-Boys, no games no antics
No false images, no bullshit semantics
We planned this, for hundred of thousands
Reignin/Rainin on they brains with lyrics, from the mountains
Don′t contemplate what you can′t even demostrate
Defari lottery draftpick, never the second rate
Nigga who wanna hate but front like its all great
I gots no time for these emotional niggas, I gots to motivate
Moves to make, best rhyme straight
That′s for the old school, this here′s our year, it′s time to elevate
Handle this, don′t hesitate got money to make
Push maximum levels from the Golden State

Chorus

[Defari Herut]

This combination′s high calibre
Hatians stay amazed and confused like this was algebra
I′m scoutin the, best land for property
Never sloppily, picture someone stoppin me
>From gettin mine, line after line
And you wonder why I call these fake niggas Miller
they think they Genuine; I′m startin to shine, imported Italian
With a custom made Herut charm as my medallion

[Xzibit]

Seem like, I recite the same prayer every night
Watch my folks, make sure my dogs stay tight
And fully prepared to gunfight in broad daylight
Till then, lick it to the chin, let it begin
We could break bread or break skin; and watch me send it
Try not to break the law, sometimes I gotta bend it
And my directions, suggest for your own protection
You motherfuckers keep it movin like an intersection

Chorus

Serious business *scratched in background*
Fuck you, like that Mr. X to the Z, Defari Herut. Yeah, yeah right? *3X*
What, keep it movin like this y′all

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:12

Xzibit - Let it Rain

featuring 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]

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:12

Xzibit - Carry The Weight

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!

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:12

Xzibit - U Know

[Xzibit]
Most niggaz get it confused right? Huh
They think it′s all chronic and palm trees out this muh′fucka
Bitches and bikinis, listen, huh

Some niggaz is better left alone
I place you underneath the very ground you walkin on
And ain′t no children in this motherfucker, drop your tone
Ain′t got no business even FUCKIN with no microphones
So yo it′s me against the world, and ain′t got shit to lose
My heavy artillery built to make the masses move
I carry tools that′ll pick you up and out your shoes
Xzibit bringin new meanin to alcohol abuse
I wanna fall up in the spot where all the bitches at
Holdin somethin heavy to help you straighten out your back
A couple of drinks and I bend you over the kitchen sink
So what you think I owe you somethin bitch for fuckin me?
(BITCH) Get a grip, misery love company, check it
Xzibit show you the difference between real life and makin a record
Makin the moves and connections that you never expected
What good is money and the fame if you never respected?
Check it out

[Chorus]
You know, who′s runnin these fuckin streets
(You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga)
Don′t be actin like your shit don′t stink (c′mon)
Y′all ain′t fuckin with X
You know, we roll so fuckin deep
(Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)
Cause you′re actin like your shit don′t stink

[Xzibit]
Yo, I ain′t afraid of them fuckin invisible gats
you always bringin out in your raps
My shit′ll quickly make you fold and collapse
My goal to strictly takin over the map, by any means
Hustle and make more tracks than a her-on fiend
Keep my enemies on a first name basis
and hate them niggaz like a skinhead racist
Chuck Taylors and fat laces
Stompin hoes through y′all turf
I hurt worse than actual childbirth
A chick can suck my dick til the big squirt (AH-AHH!)
The song work, so ain′t no playin wit us
Findin out where you rest your head and I′m sprayin it up
The remains that′s left behind can probably fit in a cup
You pressin your luck, you makin yourselves easy to touch
I′m from the home of the hit ′em up, only two ways
You droppin some shells or you get ′em up, back in the days
there was a time there was this woman that I want to keep up
but nowadays when I see you I′m just tryin to fuck
so check it out

[Chorus]
You know, who′s runnin these fuckin streets
(The king of these West coast gangsta beats, niggaz)
Always droppin off nothin but straight heat
so stay the fuck out of the way
You know, we roll so fuckin deep
(Round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)
Cause you′re actin like your shit don′t stink
Y′all ain′t fuckin with Dre

[Dr. Dre]
Thangs just ain′t the same since he came out
Two thousand and one, came blew the game out
I heard you was hot {*huff*} blew your flame out
And got the nerve to believe you hold the same clout?
I thought I told you, keep my name out of your fuckin mouth
(But Dr. Dre!) See that′s exactly what I′m talkin bout
That shit right there, that′s all day long
Just don′t stop, I gots to be alone at the top
Forever ready loaded and locked, with niggaz that′ll circle yo′ block
and let ′em pop til some bodies get dropped
It′s Doc Holiday in the flesh
(Still) hold it down, represent, resurrect the West
(Still) holdin ground, touchin down, with my nigga X
(Still) send a couple through yo′ chest if you disrespect
Dr. Dre comin back (shit) I never left
The number one ranked highest paid celebrity guest
That′s eight digits, motherfuckers

[Chorus]
You know, who′s runnin these fuckin streets
(You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga)
Don′t be actin like your shit don′t stink (c′mon)
Y′all ain′t fuckin with X
You know, we roll so fuckin deep
(Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)
Cause you′re actin like your shit don′t stink (YO)
Y′all ain′t fuckin with X

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:11

Xzibit - Multiply

ft. Nate Dogg

[Xzibit]
I′ve beeeeen this way and I can′t stop (ah)
Hands on the ball and I won′t drop (no)
Half-assed rhymes that you can′t watch (no)
It ain′t cause I want to it′s cause I got-ta
Get it Crip while the gettin is good
before the game is 10% skill and 90% Hollywood
I don′t need that, I don′t believe that
E′rybody gon′ get hurt, if I do dirt
I flirt with the idea of quittin′ the game
Nah!! I′ma evolve continue to change
It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on
and keep it on, we keepin it movin, to each his own
So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it
I′m just bein real about it; X get hot nigga forget about it
Speech don′t failllll me now
Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
(We) back on line (We) came to ride
(We) deal (We) stack (We) multiply
(We) stay on the grind (Until) we die
And back for mo′, cause we can′t get enough

[Xzibit]
Above the rest, accept no less
Go ahead, check the game, be my guest
Somethin brand new and heavy to get off my chest
Win time after time ′til there ain′t none left
Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work
I′m bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt
everybody and anybody who come to my party
like they ready to get roudy and touch somebody
Who′s that nigga y′all came to see? "X!"
Often imitated, but cannot be, "X!"
What′s next, collect respect like paychecks
Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex
What do you believe in? I believe in
seizin the moment, livin and dyin to spit with a vengeance
Here for redemption - been around forever
Y′all cats were just too blind to listen

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
It ain′t my fault.. we keep droppin hits
And you can′t spit like this, so I′m takin yo′ bitch
It ain′t shit changed.. we gon′ bang like this
And I′m drinkin this fifth, we still don′t take no shit

[Xzibit]
I got a "Sixth Sense," that tells me you ain′t worth six cents
I′m sick with my sixth sense
Whattup Doc? I′m gettin down to business
Crooked ass the cops to the Rampart district
Loose yourself in the music, move it or lose it
Abuse it, let′s booze it, please don′t confuse it with the
next man, it′s the X Man rollin
Stand firm, solid as the ground I′m holdin
Make mine +Golden+, permanent +State+ issue
Stacked with the wealth that you can′t take witchu
Long range missile, if we got issues
I′ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon′ miss you
I′ma keep swingin ′til the medics come get you
We busy, stay off my line, you can′t get through
Peep the design from the mastermind
Yo Dre, bring that shit back one more time!

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:11

Xzibit - Chamber Music

Verse One:

The official representative, LAC
This is phrophecy manifested by X to the Z
Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants
Never get along like red and black ants, advance
When your staring and this concrete that move like liquid
Like a nigga withouth legs, I ain′t tryin to kick it
To much to finish, a menace, without enought time
My mind only give punchline, you probably thinkin of the wrong kind
Cause if it jokes, nigga know
The kind that drop on your eyes, your ears, your nose, and your throat
I promote self-defense not dollars and sense
Kick it with scholars and pimps, you just the last part over the fence
Assed out in the open, while you was hopin that Xzibit was second rate
But I refuse to make; just another record in the crate
I think not, got bee-bops
I bring it to your house like pizza

"Today we are on the streets of South Central Los Angelos, a fight for
survival"

"We have people that are conditioned not to expect to live past age thirty.
They no longer. Once they no longer care they′re extremely dangerous."

Verse Two:

Stand at attention, make sure you keep your piece clean
When I release steam, police crime scenes to guillotines
Hit and decapatate the bird case, featherweight
Critical thinking, while you at water that concentrate
Xzibit crash the gate, heavyweight, box em in
Seal off the exits, then cut off your Oxygen
Xzibit run with a regiment of veterans
I only like to come out Late Night, like Dave Letterman
Time for some medicine, cause niggas bout to get sick
Callin me a hater cause I don′t ride dicks
Read my lips, we got problems like Bloods and Crips
Love the sound of clips when I know my shit
Chamber Music, this is for the ones with stone-face
That catch you at the right time in the wrong place
We unsafe, One-fifty-one with no chase and no ice
Take away your life like three strikes

Yeah, come on, Chamber Music

Verse Three:

So now Xzibit got a little money, I think its funny
How motherfuckers think I′m supposed to Cher/share like Sonny
Clarify, you don′t work you don′t eat, I repeat
You don′t eat you get weak, catch a fragile physique
Accomplish more in one day, than you can do in a week
The X-Man, Wolverine, one swing to make the cut clean
And the wrong things manifested in flesh
Fuck the game, I take the test, graduate, pass to the S-Class
Catch a roadrash, all you smell is hash
Chronic mix, bumpin the Liks
And dick you like a Hebron fix
Bear-arm from here to a hundred-tweny meters
Get black-walled, modern day Lee Harvey Oswald
The assassin, brother who came blastin
Take it without askin, rappers is all fashion
Xzibit keep mashing through
Got any lost words? I got two
Drive up, on you like that!

Once again Chamber Music, what what, yeah, what the deal? It′s Xzibit.

Get on the ground, get on the ground! Hands on the back of your head, Don′
Move Don′t Move! Get on the ground! * beat to fade *

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:09

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:08

Xzibit - Plastic Surgery

featuring 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 surgury

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:07

Xzibit - Right On

Yeah, ha
Ladies and gentlemen (Ha, Yeah)
You got money and then bitches
Power..

Ya had it, ya lost it
Ya leased it, ya flossed it
Business fell through now ya comin up off it
He bought it, he rolled it
He passed it, you smoked it
Now ya fucked up off some weed mixed wit coke shit
Ya love her, ya hate her
Ya fucked her, ya raped her
Twenty-five to life cuz ya can′t control ya anger
Its heavy, its deep
Its solid, its weak
Things people say about ya records in the streets (Check it)
Be careful what ya wish for
Ya fuck around and get it
I did it got in it
Spit it and didnt waste a minute
So where my niggas at?
What part of the game is that?
I paid my dues now nobody tryin to pay me back
And if they did i would probably have as much as shaq
My life is the movie so listen to the soundtrack
This what its all about
You better stall me out
And feel the aim of the name you niggas callin out

[Chorus]
If you feelin how im feelin
And you ready and willin
to come to the table
I put it together who doin it better
Come bounce with me (Come on)
You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!)
Take em out!
If you movin how im movin
And you chosen and proven
So lose the illusion
The top guns cue the confusion
Come bounce with me (Come on!)
You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!)
Take em out!

I′m tired, I′m hungry
You′re lazy, disgusting
You′re lay around my house and ya never do nothing
I seen it, believed it
Planned it, conceived it
Missed me with the bullshit bitch I dont need it
I cheated, you cheated
We cheated, so beat it
Eat it like a dick bitch you too conceited
I broke it, replaced it
I slammed it, I chased it
Hands in the air if ya love gettin wasted baby!
You never seen us before
You betta come and get it
You with it im with it
I′m busy baby you fuckin with it
Is it your place or mind
Dont wanna waste your time
And you can get it how you want it it′ll blow ya mind
Its over time
Takin pride in the bump and grind
A hit from behind to leave you with a broken spine
This what its all about
You better stall me out
Its just the game of the name you bitches callin out

[Chorus]

Pop it, drink it
Float it, sink it
Plan to stop me then you better rethink it
Drive it, use it
Pimp it, abuse it
Shit motherfuckers do to hip-hop music
I live it, I die it
I′m laughin, I′m cryin
Pop two of these bitch, lets start flying
I hear it, I taste it
I touched it, I faced it
Breakin down the bullshit back to the basics
I had to kick in the door
Thats how I had to get it
I shitted with lyrics
And getting better for fuckin credit
Gettin gangsta with it
The best that ever did it
Hit it and quit it my nigga
You shouldnt babysit it
We need more emcees and less wannabes
Three hundred and sixty degrees of reality
Thats what its all about
Kill em and haul em out
Now feel the aim of the name you haters callin out

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:07

Xzibit - Losing Your Mind

[Xzibit (Snoop)]
Out of a crowd, picking em out (and what?)
Digging em out to kicking em out (and what?)
Surviving the game is what it′s about (and what?)
I′m running this bitch, you running your mouth (then what?)
If I keep dropping heat this hard (what?)
The fucking devil gonna be out of a jar (and what?)
Rakim conversation with God (what?)
I′m so hard with a quad in the prison yard

Magic Johnson need to run for mayor
Lil Kim sold me some pussy, but I aint pay her
You can, hate me now or hate me later
I′m a instigator, (what?) a instigator
It′s the, MVPs and SUVs
We don′t, take no shit, take yo shit
Leave a, hole in ya face size on Grand Canyon
Head between ya knees, prepare for crash landing
Hand ′em out is not my style
You done, fucked up now but dont look down
We too, high up fo yo bricks to get to
See the skid marks from the shit I′ve been through
How that sound?, smack me around
Like the national death, nah it′s not goin down
Speak ya mind but watch yo mouth
You big sis but no dollars, so that dont count (nigga!)

[Hook 1 - Xzibit (Dr Dre)]
Who wanna get involved with us?
Break down bitches, ball with us
Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us
No matter how you bust, you aint hard as us
It′s not, what you say, but how you spit it
It′s not, what you got, but how you get it
Come on, Golden State done finally did it
(What made y′all think y′all could fuck wit Xzibit?)

[Hook 2 - Snoop Dogg x2]
Lights, camera, action, show-time
We bust shit back in no time
Yo kind cant fuck with my kind
You must be losin′ yo mind

[Xzibit]
Lift off a mark, inhale exhaust
Can never come off soft, I cover the cost
Get lost in the sauce and the city niggas believe me
Pimping aint easy, fat meat be greasy
Hoes cant walk right, pigs never fly straight
What that West like, we rise like the birth rate
First taste of the future, we all hands on
Amputating Satan′s last legs to stand on
Head strong re-match, dollar for dollar, bullet for bullet
Niggas dont want it, then dont pull it
Dont shoot it, mind polluted, deeply rooted
Cock back, ready to rock, time to do it

[Hook 1 - Xzibit (Dr Dre)]
Who wanna get involved with us?
Break down bitches, ball with us
Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us
No matter how you bust, you aint hard as us
It′s not, what you say, but how you spit it
It′s not, what you got, but how you get it
Come on, Golden State done finally did it
(What made y′all think y′all could fuck with Xzibit?)

[Xzibit (Snoop)]
Back for more, watch me score (with what?)
With any whore that wanna explore (with what?)
The ups the downs, the ins the outs (then what?)
Kicking that ass, dick in your mouth (so what?)
Piss on ya chest, and put it on tape (now what?)
Have all these bitches calling it rape (and what?)
Slicker than that, so pump your brakes (and what?)
Indite it, fight it, settle the case (w-w-w-w-what?)

[Hook 1 - Xzibit (Dr Dre)]
Who wanna get involved with us?
Break down bitches,ball with us
Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us
No matter how you bust, you aint hard as us
It′s not, what you say, but how you spit it
It′s not, what you got, but how you get it
Come on, Golden State done finally did it
(What made y′all think y′all could fuck with Xzibit?)

[Hook 2 - Snoop Dogg x2]
Lights camera action, show-time
We bust shit back in no time
Yo kind cant fuck with my kind
You must be losin′ yo mind

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:03

Xzibit - Pussy Pop

featuring Method Man & Jayo Felony

[Method Man]

It′s the Meth in the house! Ha, yeah, break it down.

[Xzibit]

When it′s all said in done, we gon′ be on top
Cause we don′t stop, now, lock it down, hit the spot
and clown; Niggas relyin on special effects
While the khakis and chronic, got the bitches still breakin they neck
Move the crowd without breakin a sweat
Trend setter, with a Beretta, so keep it on deck
Cause you never know when Xzibit gonna move through the set
Don′t be scared, just be prepared and quiet as kept
At a night club, talkin bout you don′t go out
And you tryin to got to school and make a certain amount
But the last part, I just couldn′t figure it out
I guess its real hard to talk with a dick in your mouth
Lightweight, like confetti, steadily tested by motherfuckers who ain′t ready
To deal with the legendary
Soopafly, emcee, and bullett logo
Shot callers, clear the whole block like we po-po

Chorus: Method Man

Round and round we go, it don′t stop
Till we all get dough, c′mon, make it hot
Baby girl to the pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop, pop!
Lookin good with your stink-ass
Type of ass make a nigga pull it over fast
Make it hot, baby girl to pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop pop!

[Jayo Felony]

Well, you gotta pop the pussy, get rid of the next with a name on your gums
It′s the ?Bidulo Gang? bitch, we both want some
You got titties and ass
But I got a dick and some cash
You ain′t talkin bout shit
Then I′ma smash, bitch
On three, on me, bitch, you my property
Daddy Jayo Felony, ain′t nobody stoppin me
And I said daddy, bitch thats what you gon′ call me
I ain′t no simp or a wimp
I′ma motherfuckin pimp
Tear spots in my hoes, make they high-heels fall off
You got me ? the fuck-up, if you think I′m goin soft
on ya; I′m hard on my hoes that′s how it goes
Bitch, get up off your toes, and get my six-four
? My name, you bounced, so you might as well break bread
And only Dulo niggas know, whats the head
My name is Billy Loco and this is my opinion
I′m coming from SD, and Dulo is my religion
Be-b-b-b- atch!

Chorus

[Xzibit]

I don′t save or pray, or ? clothes
All I really wanna do is win the game, fuck hoes!
In Jamaica, at the Half Moon Villa, with a killa
And a cocain dealer, layin low from the law
See it all comes down to who′s quick to draw first
Pay attention, prevention, ridin off in a hearse
Mister X to the you know me
Thousand-dollar bitches wanna pop the pussy for free
The disfunctional member of the Alkoholik family tree
Frequently bang bitches, Wu-Tang, Killer Bee
Hennessey on the rocks, with Pina Coloda
At the Ramada, make you work hard like Donna
For the cheese, got you down on your hands and knees
After that we kick back and burn up some trees
Mad shout, cause Xzibit′s not the type to be treatin
I′m an Alkoholic and I′m late for my meeting
(Come on, Like that!)

Chorus

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:03

Xzibit - Heart Of Man

[Xzibit]
Ain′t a damn thing promised to ya
Except livin your life, and dyin one day, I′m just bein honest to ya
It take a whole lot, just to get a little
Gettin caught up in the middle the answer to life′s riddles
never, come that easy, but it was easy
to lead me, but it wasn′t easy to see me
Get up off the block to the TV
And sell a couple million CD′s, best believe me
You see these callouses on my soul?
Couldn′t let hate and paralysis, take control
I pick you up when you down ′til I can′t no mo′
My name sting in your mouth like canker sores
Been at war my whole life, sleepless nights
Endless fights, but still can′t walk to the light
Cause my work ain′t finished on earth, for what it′s worth
From the cradle to the hearse, God and family first, for real

[Chorus: singer]
Somewhere in the heart of man (somewhere, within, somewhere)
There comes a time when he must understand (when he must understand)
The strong withstand, the weak will fall [repeat]
Cause tomorrow may not come at all [repeat]

[Xzibit]
Life ain′t long, it′s more like a snapshot
You can have the top, I live for the hop
Never take a day I′m breathin on this planet for granted
Time for change, time for growth, peace understandin
See but niggaz keep forcin my hand, disturbin my plans
Bringin out the soldier in a peaceful man
It′s like tryin to build a house on sand; you never get
a solid foundation, one man can change the nation
Yo I put that on all creation; Haitian, Jamaican
African, Asian, Caucausian, Indian
Whatever your persuasion, this is the message
Time is of essence especially when you′re countin your blessings
Lessons learned from the deepest of pain, it′s not a game
Keep my name outta your mouth and I′ma keep it the same, ya dig?
It′s a shame, graduated to the rap game
Only to find out crack and rap was the same thang, damn!!

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Who got skill? Who got hustle?
Who got they family with ′em? Who pay for they muscle?
Yo it′s all gon′ come out in the wash, the lost angel
with dirty wings, bullets ricochet off my halo
I lay low for no one, I love my life
Ain′t afraid of no hard work and sacrifice
Was born twice through the life of my seed
Makin sure he see a side of life, I was never able to see
Hittin home like "Ground Zero," move over now
Peace to the real heroes, still underground
I put it down for the homies that came that′s hard in the paint
I′m livin proof it′s never to late, you straight
Once in a while I go back to the main strip
And see the same niggaz still doin the same shit
And all I can do is increase the flow
Put it out, let it soak in, and hope they grow, c′mon

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:02

Xzibit - My Name

ft. Eminem, Nate Dogg

[Eminem]
This ain′t beef man
I don′t know what the fuck to call it
But no beef
Whattup X?

I float like big spirit in this bitch I′m ghostly
Rush me, cause you ain′t gonna live to roast me
I′d have my motherfuckin 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 pullin two gats out
With bullets, I finally got somethin 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 they 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, hearse after hearse, with 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

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
I love it when you niggaz be talkin, sayin 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
Heard you so long, you be up to get the pain
I don′t wanna hear what you meant, do not explain
Right before you lay in your coffin, hoe say my name

[Xzibit]
Why do you hate me? (Hate me) I came from nothin
Blood sweat and tears, you did not create me
How can you doubt me? (Doubt me) You don′t know shit about me
There′d be no West coast without me
Cut with the bullshit (Bullshit) I struggle for survival
And now you tryin to 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 horrow) 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?! (Who the FUCK?!) you think you talkin to
Live and direct in the flesh, I′m right in FRONT OF YOU!

[Chorus]

[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 coulda been like Treach, boom-bapped and slapped him
purple, for mimickin him with two rappin Urkels
I coulda 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 rappin circles
around these clowns, stready tryin to call me out
It′s like I′m listenin to motherfuckin dogs meow
You′d probably do better tryin 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 shoulda 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.. [scratched] - "Watch your fuckin mouth"

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
For the last time man, I′m through

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:02

Xzibit - What U See is What U Get

Speaking:
And so it was written, and after all these things,
I saw another angel come down from heaven
Having great power and the eath was lighted with his glory
And he cried mightily with the strong voice saying "Babylon the great has
fallen,
it′s fallen and has become the habitation of devils
and the home to every fowl spirit and a cage of very unclean and hateful men"

What you see is what you get now
Xzibit never wait around for kick downs, get my own shit, blowe
Shot heard around the world
Uplift, bench press, arm curl, keep the structure of the temple
To make things simple my existance is to ripple through time
Only concern is what is mine, divine, never monkey shine
walkin′ down the very thin line, holdin′ wait, runnin′ crazy in the streets,
yeah
Plus the company I keep work in overtime
while you oversleep don′t wanna see none of this evil I speak
Around on the atlas, cume la matra, the super actress
You all get close-lined and pinned the mattress
All day, every day, every which way
Who said to can′t have your take, you need a tune (fuck you)
This is a hard time on planet earth
for what it′s worth Xzibit stand station without reabilitation like this

Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters,
gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it
moving

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home
And that′s the real shit

You got more than you bargained for
Hit the floor I pull a fast one to let you know that today could be your last
one,
black, take your breath like an asthma attack
Just a slave like Flava Flav, you′re blind to the fact
Mr. X to the Z the Liks and King T
guranteed to bring the house down naturally
Niggas knowin′ no limits lime Master P
makin′ you motherfuckin′ bastards see,
what, a whole different breed of MC
Realize it′s you against me, catch a three-hundred and sixty degree
roundhouse to the mouth right
and like the sun, make the hot shit shine bright
I feelin′ like my whole life is a green light never turn red
′cause I strike like a rattle-snake, lock like a dread
Niggas wanna bump heads but they better off dead
Came crashin′ through the door like the Feds, bring it

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home
And that′s the real shit

And yeah, everybody start to rush
Swingin′ through is your friendly neighborhood lush
I crack your bottle than watch how Xzibit bust
I regulate like a killer with a nickel plate
Uh set it straight and start to shakin′ you down, breakin′ new ground,
construction work
heavy artilary, put your dick in the dirt
Stay alert, the game is rough so you might get hurt
Slug burnt through your jacket, through your sweater, through your shirt
Get cut from th belly up
I burnt the chain fast lane, suck my sugar cane
I′m tryin′ to spart that niggas brain while you entertain trivial things,
material things, protected by the underground kings
who rule the land with an iron fist
The "Men In Black", if we flash can′t remember shit
You cross me, I′ll make you pay like the government, I wanna kill Sam
′cause my package came short 12 grames, get the picture

Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters,
gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it
moving

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home, yeah, yeah

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home, yeah, yeah

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:02

Xzibit - Inside Job

[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

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:01

Xzibit - Loud & Clear

[Xzibit]
Yeah..
Addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price
Sacrifice worth waitin on the platinum and ice
I′m precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ
to change the game, while y′all niggaz remain the same
Clear the lane, comin through like Kobe, you can′t hold me
You can′t stop me, ever since I dropped "Paparazzi"
I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit
Like every idiot that can spit be droppin a hit
I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted
Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic
It′s like tryin to squeeze water from rocks
I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock
Sick of niggaz screamin they hot, but really they not
Beatin you all to the ground like six L.A. cops
Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot
and lived to tell about it, never leavin home without it, c′mon

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
There′s no one out there, for us, to fear
I′ll say it loud and clear..
Who can say they′re close, to us
Speak now and you′ll be brought, to tears

[King Tee]
They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin off on Central
with the rag back, lookin like life′s so simple
Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets
If Trife can′t cover the house, call X
Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers
Move somethin, make killers do somethin, f′real
The bitch-made often politic with the skill
Now shit′s all twisted, unlisted
Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit
We gifted, twenty-four hours and still lifted
(*X*: Bitch keep your vagina) We drunk and ain′t interested
Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain′t trippin it
Standin at the bar, soft-styled in the cut
"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much!"
Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup
The West and Eastside keep smokin them blunts, niggaz

[Interlude: Butch Cassidy]
Let′s get with it, I was born to trip
Stay on the lookout, ain′t no time to slip
We ain′t for games and shit
Change your spot, cause we′re known to dip
No time for chasin hoes
I′m on a mission cause my cash is low
There′s no need to speak on those
Doggy (?) are the gangsta′s clothes

[Defari]
There′s two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto
Pops Finnish choco-late, moms Mississippi yellow
Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence
Together we rise, no time for seperateness
My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a jack
of a smack to a bird who don′t know how to act
Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler
Good ol′ wrangler in his day with that attitude of "Fuck ya"

[Xzibit]
Built to run forever, X the infinite
First line of defense to smash through the

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:01

Xzibit - Eyes May Shine

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]

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:01

Xzibit - Just Maintain

[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

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:00

Xzibit - Spit Shine

Verse 1
I ′ma clean this whole shit out like climax,
with words put togeather better then sony electronics,
king of the jungle, humbly stay honest,
eat with the lions, swim with peranas,
gassoline the scene, strike the match,
inferno, I′m to throue nigga, so stand back,
I spit shine, get mine and rip rhyme
and make my career take a incline,
I′m strick with knives, straight with razors,
good with grenades and great with gadges, (yeah)
been around the world on a million stages,
watch nigga′s bitch up and go through changes,
I had gun′s before guns was in fashion,
I mashed out before niggas knew mashin,
I knew terror before the plane started crashin,
I got punch lines and nigga′s aint laughin...

CHORUS

I′m gon be here after the smoke dye down,
Insomnia style I won′t lye down,
fight the good fight don′t need no help,
keep your hands up defend yourself,
move like I move and live lifelong ,
can′t move up if your hearts not strong,
get your own shit cause this shit′s mine,
every time I spit, I shine

Verse 2

cock-sucker I preach what I practise,
back shit up, wrap this, rap shit up,
still actin up, get found in the trunk of an Acuva,
yall suck like jail in dracula,
X turn up the heat, increase the hatred,
straight stone face don′t fuck with gay shit,
so i guess that means I cant fuck with you now,
drew down, let off, facate to new town,
you feel like bishop, induced now,
gotta flame thrower that will burn
great holes till you goose down, (yeah)
rough sound, same strong background,
bent on black the big boys playin tips down,
my whole train of thought is the party,
any motherfucker with problems and not get caught,
I was blessed with life when I cursed to death,
I′m a spit till my very last breath...

(fuck yall)

CHORUS

Verse 3

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, (aaaa)
Come across dope like planes and boats,
Like baloons filled with coke, down a mexican′s throat,
you ever seen a man get smoked and shit on himself,
the body shake for a second, then it can′t stop a second,
the evidence are the weapon and the people involved,
let one nigga talk, everybody gettin caught, for sure,
I say that, to say this,
if you cant handle the time then ride the beach,
might as well touch your tail and jump the fence,
castrate yourself expose the bitch,
X go head up, the fuck never ran from it,
I got engadged with buck shots that you can′t stomach,
You ain′t a killer you a album filler,
You ain′t a soldier you a rap premoter,
Game over...

CHORUS

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:00

Xzibit - 3 Card Molly

[Ras Kass]
What, yeah, yeah
Black John McClane, Harold the Menace, and the Waterproof
with my nigga Bud′da, on the track
Golden State Warriors..
Eatin every rapper on the plate
Huh, feel me

I got three-oh-fo′s in three-one-oh
on section eight, with multiple one-eighty-sevens
Sport a Marilyn Manson t-shirt when I die and go to heaven
Smoke a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resin
Remember the name Ras Kass-ciano
Get to clownin y′all punk bitches, cause I′m a Mac, like Ronald
I make Mac make money, and mack murder wack rappers
My Makaveli verse Bomb First, the Mac-11′ll gat cha
When I get at cha, the situation tenses
Fatality before you ever reach your senses
Got so-called writers, crashing into brick fences
like my name was Al Fayed so you die, like that white princess
If you lookin for sympathy, you better look
between R and T, in the fucking dictionary
See the object of the game is to win, stack some ends, sippin Henn′
Whip a Benz and leave it to your next of kin

Chorus: repeat 2X

[RK] Pick a card any card, I bet you can′t pull it
[GS] Golden State, number one with a bullet
[XZ] It′s three card molly
[RK] Will they ever stop?
[XZ] Probably not
[SN] Pull your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop

[Saafir the Saucee Nomad]
The un-edited medic, on the cut, with a degree in metaphysics
A doctor, with a lot of patients/patience
And perseverance -- flows like an ocean liner
that sails/sales like a clearance, I′m bilingual
Fly like a flamingo, I′m a pitcha, everything I freak
I eat like Al Pacino, you don′t like me baby
You ain′t happy, you need some Ecstasy
Now you in my properties, but you have to pay my equity
For the lowest point in my character
I′ll reach the highest place in the house when I rock
like the Qu′ran, fuse hot, fluid with flavor like buillion cube
Been this way since I was fourteen
And like this I been runnin shit without the use of Sportscreme
Rippin up tracks like immigrant Chinese, peep the game I lay
I′m grim, I brim over my brow when I rip
Never write rhymes with slim fingertips
Each syllable you choose to use is light as a flower
Keep tryin to go gold
but all you′re gettin is a golden shower

Chorus

[Xzibit]
Look, now if it wasn′t for the West
These rap niggaz wouldn′t need a vest around they chest
Keep bustin about where you rest, and what you own, and what you drive
So the day some niggaz come for you I′m really not surprised
Mr. Black Bruce Willis, please don′t kill us
I show mercy like Kevorkian, like a scorpion
We sting you from behind and put it in you, so meet me at the venue
Put you on the spot to put you on the menu
Fricaseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the pussy hot
Xzibit livin life, like a bull inside a china shop
Strippin everything, see you ain′t even got a dime to drop
Go ahead and call the cops, you ain′t said nathin
Jerry Spring-you out the studio, then Suge Knight you
to the parkin lot, niggaz ain′t ready for all this heat we got
Picture yourself crushin Xzibit with your tough talk
That′s like Christopher Reeves doing the crip walk

Chorus

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:30:00

Xzibit - Double Time

[Xzibit]
Watch me watch me, bonafide hard copy
Hip-hop nazi dispose of the Liberace′s
Extra extra, enjoy the lecture
from Hannibal Lector, now rewind selector
Bounce it bounce it, smoke by the ounces
Tan leather couches, niggaz that own houses (yeah)
Testing testing, treat you like a nigga
locked down for child molesting, I′ll fuck you up punk (yeah)
Listen listen, never ass-kissin
Too much ambition, I′m hotter than Hell′s kitchen (sssss)
Enter enter, the rhyme inventor
Front and center, bypass that ass like a sprinter
Get it get it, custom fitted
Dedicated to (?) one of the best that did it, huh
Terror terror, trial and error
Makin my name reign supreme and live forever

[Chorus]
Keep it movin movin, keep it goin goin
Keep it movin movin, keep it goin goin
Keep it movin movin, keep it goin goin
Keep it movin movin, keep it goin goin
{*repeat Chorus again while Xzibit raps*}
If y′all ain′t givin a fuck
like Xzibit ain′t givin a fuck then just throw your hands up
Double time, two times for me
Bring it live from the L.A.C., Mr. X to the Z

[Xzibit]
Liar liar, pants on fire
I won′t stop rockin ′til I retire
Golden golden, State dominate this
Destroy the Matrix, that forever in the crate shit
Light it light it, please don′t fight it
You′re all invited, when we kick off the next riot (Welcome!)
Bust it bust it, get your crops dusted
Everybody off of the bus that ain′t fuckin - NOW!
Spin it spin it, all up in it
For sale, one female, slightly dented (ha hah!)
Niggaz niggaz, political figures
Problem givers, fuck all those that ain′t wit us (heh)
Rebel rebel, shoutin at the devil
Me and you faggot got some shit to settle, then
Kill ′em kill ′em, let slugs fill ′em
Smash through the club in Meoshe denim, yeah!

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Deadly deadly, bump this deadly medley
in whatever you rollin, even if it′s stolen
Takin takin, your spot is the X man (YEAH!)
The heavy hand give a fuck about the next man
Digital digital, high tech respect
while the rest regress, burn out like a cigarette
Break it break it, stripped down naked
Tied up in a trunk on the way to Las Vegas (yeah)
Chokin chokin, you need to stop smokin
Motherfuck on that! Blaze a sack!
Rollin rollin, foldin bank
My first show was in the motherfuckin holdin tank, c′mon

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:29:59

Xzibit - The Gambler

(feat. Anthony Hamilton)

[Xzibit]
Yeah.. welcome.. yeah.. huh.. there′s plenty of room for everybody man..
yeah.. bangin.. come on.. yeah.. look..

[Xzibit]
Huh, Stay in my lane like a hustla
Never hate a motherfucker,tolerate a motherfucker
To a certain extent
When it′s on, it′s over
Don′t get no chance to get popping
Forgotten about you before your body cold in a coffin
Just another failed attempt, you fall through the cracks
Sure as God made man, the first man was Black
The Black man made pyramids and gangsta rap
That′s all I know, cuz poppa didn′t raise no rats
Face the facts not the fiction
I Build my empire from a pocket full of stones
And a fifth of ambition
Niggas wanna ball but they never wanna listen
so instead of coming up, they just, come up missin
My mission is to hit with precision, shake whole continents
Crush niggas′ confidence, expose my dominance
Without no conflict, you′ll never have progress
I′m sending this one out to all the neighborhoods and projects, I′m a

[Chorus - A.H. singing (Xzibit)]
One shot gambler (Yeah) Two shot gambler (Come on)
Three-time felon with that itch for dough
These madd street (Whuttup) Got me puffin on dro′
I′m guilty (What) Tryna make a living (Work it)
Thirty-eight albums and still no dollars (Come on)
And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo′? (Yeah)
These madd street (Uh) Got me puffin on dro′ (Uh)
I′m guilty .. For tryna make a living

[Xzibit]
Bitch I ain′t tryna holler at you (nah)
I′m just wanna drink, smoke, fuck and toss a couple dollars at you
I′m fightin dirty, I′ll take thirty of you motherfuckers
I′m throwing cheapshots, low-blows and suckerpunches
I′m not for the games, I′m not in the mood
Not to be confused with dudes that fumble and lose
Xzibit move when I hear oppurtunity knockin
But I′ma shoot straight through the door if you comin with problems
It′s too crowded at the bottom, too lonely at the top
Ain′t no inbetween, trust me, like it or not
We gon′ be here forever like cops and roaches
Do not approach us, ferocious, we pop them toasters, nigga

[Interlude - A.H. (X)]
I′ma have to hit the block, then around to my hoes
I got a haze, two trays, and a change of clothes, cuz
Pimpin′ ain′t easy y′all,it′s too sleazy
Too greasy, and I can′t take it easy!

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Everytime I try to get out
I get dragged right the fuck back in, it′s like I′m never gon′ win
Nigga got the whole world on his back
Overeact, matter fact we act like when animals attack
I know, pussy sells faster than crack, ambassador rap
Twist back your salary cap, who fuckin with that?
Welcome to the X games, enjoy my pain
Inhale my smoke, it′s hard not to cough or choke
Motorola nigga up the old fashion way
This ain′t rap, this is shit that I was born to say
Though lately I been having dillemas, with insignificant niggas
And half-ass rappers that think they can get it
We the Golden State, we keep the whole thing bouncing
Y′all move units, we move mountains
Y′all rap for bullshit, tryna be on T.V.
We seen you, now we don′t like Chandra Levy, I′ma

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:29:59

Xzibit - D.N.A (Drugs-N-Alkahol)

[X] Drugs-N-Alkahol baby! Ahhh!
[S] Uhh.. mm that′s funky.. ohh!

[Xzibit]
Huh, I′m Mr. What-The-Fuck-You-Lookin-At
I′m Mr. Quick-To-Run-And-Get-The-Gat
Treat you like the hoosd like a diplomat
Xzibit used to push a ′llac, now I′m Range Rovin′
Takin over never sober, bear witness like Jehovah
Enemies fall like October
Restless standin tall like a soldier
We thick like the first Motorola brick cellular phones
cut to the bone, celebratin "Dre Day"
Love it or leave it alone (ha hah)
Just consider me the heir to the throne
The lifestyle of the savage and well known protectin my owns
Rolling stone bringin it home, time for transition
Don′t talk too loud, you might find yourself missin
Look into my eyes, all you see is will to survive
by any means, retreatin to the Phillipines
to meditate, liftin train like a heavyweight
Hit you and run with a California license plate

[Chorus: Xzibit + Snoop]
[X] When y′all niggaz stop actin like bitches
[X] bitches stop actin like niggaz we can all clock figures
[S] Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick
[S] They all on my dick, FUCK THAT SHIT!
[X] When y′all bitches stop actin like niggaz
[X] niggaz stop actin like bitches we can all get riches
[S] Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick
[S] FUCK THAT SHIT! We can all get rich!

[Snoop Dogg]
Doggy Dogg is bout to blow up
All.. these Snoop Dogg haters need to slow up, sho′ nuff
Know what? X, the game is gettin sewn up
but I′m speedin ′em up and leavin ′em
I′m buckin ′em til they bleedin bruh
Hold up, FUCK THAT, you tryin to get swoll up
by the mic controller, clip reloader
Frozen exposure, condos of a composer
Sick like a bowl-of, a bowl of deez nuts
Fuck him up, cross him out, then toss him out
With the stamp on his head, nigga Dogghouse
Nigga I′m universal crackin Down South (ya heard?)
Poppin my collar with my dick in your girl′s mouth, ha ha
You act like you a dude you get smashed on
Full out my bitches with your fucked up attitude
Nappy-head hoes, worse than bitch niggaz
I treat ′em all the same, bitch check yo′ game!

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
With the flick of a wrist, send you deep into the abyss
I don′t pop Cryst′, but will pop a nigga with this
Made my way to the top of the list, raised your fifth
Anything to keep it movin make it harder to hit
We survive when you thought we was finished and done
Lookin over my cold shoulder is Attila the Hun
The gatling gun, guillotine, Don King′s American Dream
Since sixteen, shoulda been a marine
Makin the whole scene collapse, millenium raps
Why fight for scraps, relax and take the whole plate witcha
The penny pitcher with a whole lot of come and get ya
You gettin my picture or do I have to let ′em hit ya? HUAHH!
Feel the adrenaline rush whenever I bust
Got eyes in back of my head
The people the I trust is just like me
Full of spite with very large appetites
I′m too complex to break down in black and white

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
(AH-AHHH!) Niggaz, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, ahhh
Yes.. X to the Z, D-O-double-to-the-motherfuckin-G, OOOH-WEE!
Ahh.. this shit funky right here my nigga
Yeah, +Open Bar+ nigga, we gettin fucked up
Three four in the morning, ain′t no time limits
Huh huh, you ain′t tryin to hotbox with us nigga
Roll some X, y′know!
Ahh.. niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, it′s all the same though

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:29:58

Xzibit - Harder

(feat. Ras Kass, Saafir (Golden State Warriors))

Ah, I don′t wanna hear shit
Get off ya motherfucking ass
It′s right now, right now, right here
And we bringing it to you live, COME ON!
Golden state, what... come on, what bitch
New Shit! Ha, come on, yeah Ras Kass blaze that shit up
Xzibit, break it down slam it, jelly roll

[Ras Kass]
Show me a bitch and I′m a slay her like Sarah Michelle Gell-ie
Rap star, trash tellies blow up my sprint celly
Dare me, I tongue Halle Berry′s belly
Show her a monster′s ball, fuck it you tell me
Platinum, heavy 22 inch perrelli′s
Jelly, it gets so ugly it gets scary
Haters act like under-age hoes so what′s really-
Can′t fuck wit y′all, paging R.Kelly (ooooohhh)
Oh, if the shoe fits buy a matching shirt
Ya nothing take ya face and attach dirt
Catch me and my niggas wit strick-9
Strictly constrict 9 triggas disfigure ya figure
Our figgas got bigger, niggas the same
Menace to society and y′all done made me Kane
Can′t extort us faggot, you bust we bust
In God we trust but we paying at dusk, biatch!

[chorus]
Don′t you think this shit is for fun (NO!)
Think before you reach for that Gun (Think!)
Look at all the shit that you started (yeah)
You bring heat but we bring it harder (sing!)
La la la la la la la la (Ha!)
La la la la la la la la (Sing!)
La la la la la la la la (yes)
La la la la la la la la (come on)

[Saafir]
Yella, yizzel, shaft shizza-lean
Fuck what y′all talking about, this shit clean
That′s why we filthy rich behind the scenes
Game spitters with helmets and shoulder pads on the hitters
Bullshit so far what this game sent
We here to burn it down open bar entertainment
Taking the work clipping the clientele on raw
Lactose intolerant but I still sell
Game enough to mash on the coach like Sprewell
Don′t salt there hoes flows ain′t got that sea smell
Overstand under surveillance, Ben Savage-
Can′t come to the town terrorizing we been Laden
Been beat heavyweight beefs and went passage
Back to the blockmates and it′s safe to unlock cakes
King sizzel makin′ bank, shake the spizzle,
We don′t make it drizzle we rain in the G-state

[chorus]
Don′t you think this shit is for fun (NO!)
Think before you reach for that Gun (Think!)
Look at all the shit that you started (come one)
You bring heat but we bring it harder (now sing!)
La la la la la la la la (Sing!)
La la la la la la la la (Yeah!)
La la la la la la la la (Sing It!)
La la la la la la la la (yeah)

[Xzibit]
Feel the adrenaline, feel the rush
The effects of the compound the ammo dump
Doc Dre don′t fuck with punks
We all thump like Maximus, stop fucking with us
Take a ride inside the home of hands-on hip-hop
Speak what you believe and hope you don′t get shot for it
Ghetto poets, show it if you got one
A hot one, with ass and rap like a shotgun
I can write to the sound of the sunset
Smith & Wesson, I use words as a weapon
Gun sling my dreams I rain supreme
And fiend for the next challenge, knocking you off balance
Look, I been through the worst, avoided the hearst (Survived!)
Starving to death and dying of thirst (alive!)
Here in the flesh, elope with the profoc-
The answer, the solution, the remedy, the anecdote

[chorus]
Don′t you think this shit is for fun (NO!)
Think before you reach for that Gun (Think!)
Look at all the shit that you started (yeah)
You bring heat but we bring it harder (Now sing!)
La la la la la la la la (yes)
La la la la la la la la (Sing!)
La la la la la la la la (Ha)
La la la la la la la la (come on)
[X2]

Bounce... Bounce... Bounce... Yeah... Golden State

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:29:58

Xzibit - Hey now

[Verse 1]
I′m a menace, to society baby
the police want to relocate me
they run up with gun up, but they can′t faze me
they wanted to come up, but they ain′t crazy got ?
Six train Chevrolet rolln′ without no top
got them hydraulics is dumpin and make it drop
California to Virginia, Timmy makin it hot
takin long rides in a G4 plane
X-Man to the stage got em goin insane
Yeah nigga got the world sayin my name
I′m bout to make a little change, I′m a keep it the same
X to the Z baby, run up on ya, hittin corners
Phantom platinum grill
X be the life of the party,
don′t be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody

[Chorus]
Can you feel the speakers jumpin
other cats surroundin′ but they won′t say nothin
Muggin in the club like they wanna do somethin
feelin kinda rowdy, huh?
Hey Now, Hey Now
All the girls mean muggin
cuz they musta seen what a girl pulled up in
In the club like they wanna do somthin
feelin kinda rowdy, huh?
Hey Now, Hey Now

[Verse 2]
Hey girl, look where I live
40 acres and a Maybach Benz
you wanted to party, but I got biz
this ain′t entertainin, I′m feedin my kids
On a 4-oh-5 in the car pool lane
Got to hit some corners, I′m ridin the cane
Wanna ride out to a island, and tan your frame
and just waste away a couple of days,
Holla back at me!
Look where I rap, make the crowd get loud like the sound of a gat
LA on my baseball hat, where they wanna ride up on you in that black on black
Move, betta, bounce like a mother
when brother got mass weapons of war with each other
X getting big, not ready to die yet, my militant mindset
got you runnin for cover

[Chorus]

[Hook]
I′m the life of the party,
I got a moon roof, we poppin up out of
Look at the whole world they talkin about us
I got a mean hook, to ride on ya body

[Verse 3]
I wanna talk a little, pick ya brain
wanna see you in somethin little, walk around the plane
I got a lot to gain, getting my record off the ground
like David Blaine
So now, what you know bout me?, I′m a self-made man from poverty
Now I own a lot of property
I pimp rides, lifestyles, and companies
Now let me spit you the facts
I used to hustle the corner, but I ain′t bringin you that
I′m like swingin a bat, run at yo kneecaps for comin out ya face like that
baby girl touchin my chain, now let me tell you who I ain′t
Bitch you can′t run no games, (A gangsta baby, ain′t nothing changed)

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:29:58

Xzibit - Kenny Parker Show 2001

[KRS-One]
You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. Dre
You know what time it is!
Xzibit steps up to the mic
layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground
My name is KRS-One, and it′s REAL!!

[Xzibit]
Well it′s me, down with D-R-E
X to the Z rocks any party
Rocks the beats, and the breaks
Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place
Cause suckers shake, while I′m creatin
They get together and they start to hatin
How can we take him out one time
cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes
I might go first, and he′ll go second
I′ll wreck ′em, deck ′em, set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot shit I like
So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice
Cause I′ll go third, and he′ll go fourth
By the fifth eat shit, you′ll step off
Six is your beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelveth I go for self
Rockin L.A. like no one else..
You can check any rapper from the underground scene
but few have dropped hot shit and seen green
Some have dope twelve inches, count ′em
But not many niggaz have slammin albums
X to the Z rocks consistantly
I′m "Criminal Minded" so don′t fuck with me
Why? Well that′s my secret baby
I don′t take shit, so fuck you, pay me
So you can call me, a public servant
Not a king but a teacher I believe I′ve earned it
So I just walk, or ride my bike
and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight
Give me a chance and I′ll rock the house
But let a motherfucker try to take me out
Cause male or female, I will strangle
If it′s a label, they have to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids
Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge
Step right up if that′s what you like
but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke
In the night at a height right for flight
Way out of sight, you bite, I recite
My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white
as your faggot CEO say, "Well alright!"
.. I am your mentor
History is mine, it′s time you surrender motherfuckers
and just back up quickly
Your style is sickly but you persist to get me
or outwit me with the style that I created
years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes
Oh, all of a sudden you don′t know
or can′t remember can′t recall can′t bring to mind
that rhyme that place do not chase
I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE
In case you hate I won′t write no tough rap
Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped

[KRS-One]
Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!
I don′t think they understand this shit!
Break this shit over they backs!

[Xzibit]
I don′t dress up to rap or keep a hairdo
I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew
I deny your existence as artists
You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it′s weak
but when you speak through the microphone
you fail to realize, nope, you′re not alone on the earth
The light comes forth cause Mr. X
Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh
I snatch the mic and get hype
Behave, before you make the news front page
Headed for the grave and the wake
So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK
And put a little pep in your step
X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation
in the nation, in creation
All you assholes in ANY occupation
Like rappers with nothin to say
I CRUSH ′EM like chronic and then smoke ′em with Dre
Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I′d rather
gather together and splatter
whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over
when you push the record but don′t push the culture

[KRS-One]
Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin
Yo Xzibit, keep rockin!

[Xzibit]
Just throw your hands in the sky
Still believe real niggaz never die
And if you in this life just gettin by
Somebody say, "I′m high!"
(I′m high!) "I′m high!"
(I′m high!) Yeah, and you don′t stop
Yeah..

[KRS-One]
Woop woop, woop, woop woop!
You know what time it is
Pull over, all wack emcees, AHH-AHHH!
Yo.. YO! You are tuned in.. to the ultimate..
underground.. rawness! Straight off the street
Xzibit, turn it up..

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:29:57

Xzibit - Break Yourself

[Xzibit]
Last but not least we off the leash
The Art of War reach for your masterpiece
Feel the release from the phantom bangs you
Snatched off put you in a frame and hang you
Comin at you niggas from a different angle
Arch Angel choke hold and strangled
Kay Slay the game turn the tables
Get cables, I′m Kane you Abel
Start bullshit, conflicts, labels
Man handled, murder, mangled
Life support cut short we hold court
In the street make a nigga sleep six feet deep
Fuck piece bare back doggystyle
Cement ya feet and hold ya down
Throw you off the bridge and watch you drown
Last one to laugh its over now

[Hook]
We′ll trade ya six and pancake ya loan
Break ya bitch and take ya doe
Shake ya Crys and take it whoa
Layin down the whole dance floor
(Break yourself right now)
Open bar free drinks this way
Walkin the West, possin the South
Coke can put these in ya mouth
Hands up jack the whole crowd
(Break yourself right now)

[Xzibit]
Break crash from ya ass so don′t rush to bust
Bitches die, cry, and lust for us
Damn it feel good to be platinum plus
Don′t fuck wit us cuzz we dangerous
Hold fans like fiends on Angel Dust
Clean get aways I get out the cuffs
Coast like a sailor you fuckin fucks
I done hand it hard to keep in touch
Don′t pop the Crys I pop the clutch
Pop one to ya mouth cuzz you talk too much
Way in over ya head you get played
Left holdin the bag like John Forte
Built for this all work no play here to stay
The rest get blown away
Built for this all work no play here to stay
The rest get blown away
C′mon

[Hook]

[Xzibit]
Neva seen heard felt befo
Wanna rumble wit us just start the show
Fill up the chamber let me go
Out of town before the shells hit the floor
Duck tape ski mask professional
Fuck y′all, y′all homosexual
Hangin on my dick like testicle
Pop you disappear, "Where did he go?"
Pop up some where in Mexico
Rotate relate respect the flow
Hospital bed you vegetable
Can′t walk can′t talk lettin you know
We hit the hardest ask ya ho, at my show
Seen her in the front row
To the back stage in there she blow
There she blew
Then send her back to you (hello)

[Hook - 3X]

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:29:57

Xzibit - Foundation

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
Beginning 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.

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:29:57

Xzibit - Los Angeles Times

At this time, please extinguish all smoking materials
Return all seat backs, and tray tables
to their most upright, and long position
Also at this time please take care to fasten your seatbelt
Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A.

Chorus: Xzibit

Welcome to L.A.
Where you can see the whole city burning
Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving
and your kids ain′t learning shit, except this
Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else
(repeat 2X except last line)
Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times

Verse One: Xzibit

MC′s get fucked up, chopped like Braveheart
Don′t start what you can′t finish, serious bidness
Down La Seneca to bust a left on Venice
where you can find me and mines -- Los Angeles Times
Welcome to L.A.
Where every other day I′m taking the hat off my head
Givin respect to the dead, and avoid havin the same thing
said about me, Xzibit stand underground
like the roots of a tree, watered three times a day
Forty ounce Olde E, like a magnifying glass
making it easier to see, the Mister X to the Z
Don′t peak, L.A., why test without vest-es
stop lead projectile, Apocalypse Now
Love Allah not new car, faggot, superstar
type of cat, fuck that, mash away in a
diamond-white Concourse ′Llac
Still black so the one-time react as if under attack
Ain′t nothin changed but district range, feel no pain
Mr. Big Bad Insane Black John McClane with
liquor on the brain, down to earth like dirt
From the city where niggaz known for puttin in work

Chorus

Verse Two: Xzibit

Welcome to L.A.
If hand determine dick size, I′m palmin the Earth
Select turf, then plant bad seed and give birth
And make the hard work look easy fuh sheezee
Leavin you and your best man, stiffer than mannequins
Enough to break the skin on a Vietnam leatherneck
Marine drill sargeant, you nothin but a target (pow!)
Charge it to the game, gotta look beyond the brand name
Comin from the guts like I slammed down twenty cups
of Hennesey straight, relate feel my hate
Xzibit flippin through these bitches like DJ trait
Translate to left field, only real niggaz follow
Bitches suck and swallow, I′m livin life behind the bottle
Never the role model, still shinin like a new automobile
Flow six-fo′, you can′t steal
cause I got a kill switch with a itch for the action
While other rappers use mass weapons of destruction
to sell they shit

Chorus

Verse Three: Xzibit

El ve-te-rano, you can only pray to learn what I know
Ride slow across the horizon a lone desperado
Comin through the door bringin nothin but hits
Sometimes I feel like a matador, lookin at this bullshit
Niggaz pull rent from the crack of they ass
Maintain do your thang this too shall pass
I season beef with lead pieces then cook it with gas
I′m from the school of hard knocks way ahead in the class
Xzibit hard to get through, like bulletproof glass
Break it down like Johnny Cochran then mix it with hash
Your defense can′t last against advanced prosecution
Hit the airwaves like pollution -- hey, here′s a solution
Take a trip to Washington then burn the Constitution
Top government officials locked down for prostitution
Recruitin the hard rocks mean streets keep producin
The world is a riot shit is mine for the lootin

Chorus

Everyone′s got to make a living (2X)

Chorus

Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A.

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 11:29:56

Xzibit - Get Your Walk On

[Xzibit]
(Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth
Some call that a problem but I call it a gift
Xzibit make the whole continent shift (hell yeah)
Invadin your territory in a blaze of glory
A soldier story, livin off nothin but instinct
Bitch niggaz continue to floss and lip-sync
And I′ma just continue to flow, while rockin the boat
Probably smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in dope
Don′t make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your throat
Always approach niggaz that′s known for killin your folks
Be surprised who could turn around and bust on y′all
Catch your mother or your sister comin out of the mall
Bang holes through they coats and they Macy bags
No retaliation you basically runnin with fags
In these streets, you only good as your last transaction
Funny style, and these niggaz ain′t laughin
Y′all got it all fucked up in zero-zero
Think life is a video for "Last Action Heroes"
Face the price you pay for the games you play
When it′s all said and done at the end of the day, you gotta

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Get your walk on, get your head right
I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up

[Xzibit]
Judge and jury, don′t get your case dismissed
When I get pissed and smash through the makeshift
Uplift, dump this, make your shit knock
Hypnotical hardrock that don′t flop
It′s the best thing crackin my nigga

Lot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but don′t ever deliver
From the home of the toe tag, lowriders and body bags
earthquakes police with automatics and nerve gas
Learn fast or get left behind quick (yeah)
You testify, you get wrapped in plastic (hell yeah)
Xzibit turn your SUV into a casket
Mailed your body parts in a tub full of sulfuric acid
Drastic measures we take just to get by
for all the shit you gotta go through to get high
Stand by, do or die for the West coast
Wanna fuck with Xzibit but can′t come close motherfuckers

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Tell y′all people to call my people
Recognize all men are not created equal
I′m lethal, all y′all faggots remain see-through
Only the kid from "The Sixth Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPLE!)
When I get through the world′ll be a better place
A little Jesus Christ mixed with some Leatherface
Go find some punch to spike, find some dope to lace
Pull a pistol from my waist, nigga reach for space
Smack the taste out of your mouth if you talk shit
or hit so hard to the chin it make your back flip
My transcript number one up in this conference
It′s nonsense, all y′all niggaz want is conflict
Only associate with pros and the convicts
Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb bitch
and then bounce with a couple, motherfuck a tussle
You never have enough muscle to stop a nigga hustle

[Chorus] - 2X

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