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<
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[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: kokane]
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 cros
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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
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a.g.]
Check it out now
I work the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket
Electrifying like a live socket
Hit em with all flavors, yup
We tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, i'm talkin papers
Or keep it realer, and see me on a iron caterpillar
On point like a killer, plus ready, to deliver
Type gifted, treat the mic right, or i might rip it
Critics dig my style cause i write different, no hype
I just kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it
I shine like the ice when i hold mics, everytime
Got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what?
They so right, you get stuck, i'll go twice
Lit it up when i blow mics
[evidence]
Show mic precise, require sacrifice
That's no hassle, the master got more loops than lassos
Y'all hear me? they all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like testing ev' defeats the purpose
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women
Breakbeats and windmills on concrete
Covered by cardboard, seafloor to skyline
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine
That's right sometimes i get so hyped
I feel like diamond d the best producer on the mic
I aced this -- most punchlines are tasteless
Regular, average, mediocre, makeshift
To all my dj's, with skills you got a lotta
This ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta
The method in this game they'll have you drained and strangles
Don't go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles
[defari]
Don't sleep on, i leave your knee torn, like sehorn
Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform
Of energy, mentally fit to last a century
Like centuries, one double-zero translate to victories
You kiddin me me? come wack that's not my history
Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, remembe
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[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, on
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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 b
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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
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[xzibit]
Yo it's prime time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
All that other bullshit can move it to the sidelines
Whoever you are, wherever you at
You are now breakin your necks wit true underground vets
Yo it's prime time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
All that other bullshit can move it to the sideline
Ladies and gentlemen, what we have for you
Mr. catashtraphe from the likwit crew
[tash]
A lot of rappers fuck it up, catashtraphe'll fuck it down
I'm so hungry for the mic like we just gettin off the ground
But my style is at a national
Three albums in, you ask your friends about catash
They'll say "tash can injure ninja"
The gunner, i walkin in ask about the spread
Bet against the likwit crew's the best way to lose your wig
Cuz i'm above y'all niggaz heads, below y'all niggaz knees
My style'll get you drunk till you can't say your "abc's"
I get my write on, nick at nite wit my light on
Cuz goin plat-i-num is what my homies got they sight on
Cuz i been mega-tight on microphones since i was tethen
I may not look like i'm the deepest, but looks is deceivin
Cuz i be takin mines into deep space nine
Wit a sip of brew for me and two sips for mankind
Cuz tash got the style wit more soul than solid quartz
I got that big game, you might hear my name on ea sports
[xzibit]
Yo it's prime time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
All that other bullshit, can move it to the sidelines
Whoever you are, wherever you at
You are now breakin your necks wit true underground vets
Yo it's prime time, only when the beats and the rhymes shine
*flex starts cuttin*
All that other bullshit, can move it to the sidelines
Ladies and gentlemen what we have for you
*flex blen
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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
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, compl
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