Xzibit - Los Angeles Times (текст песни)
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.
(c) xzibit
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Другие тексты песен исполнителя Xzibit
Текст песни:
[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
@ Xzibit
Текст песни:
[X] C′mon
[E] Xzibit!
[X] Yeah..
[E] Ahh, ahh, E-Dub
[Xzibit]
It′s that millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go
Niggaz gettin knocked out is part of my show
Let ′em know who they fuckin with yo, a rhyme wrangler
Tri-angular push-up the hillside strangler
Dangle a, nigga by the ankle off the balcony
Now let his punk ass go, look out below (BELO WWWW)
It′s a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go down
We officially not fuckin around
Stuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box
(hah!) with my fresh pressed khakis in a slingshot
So heatbox all day in a nigga face
and all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate
[Chorus 2X: Xzibit *singing*]
Call it what you wanna call it
I′m a fuckin Alkaholik
Bring it if you really want it
Ain′t gotta put no extras on it!
[Erick Sermon]
Yo, I′m in the zone, and lyrically gone
Got the spot blown, BOOM! Oklahoma
Watch the aroma, catch those who love me
My underground dirty cats on dune buggies
I be the type to take your watch and flaunt it
Kidnap T. Lewis and Jimmy Jam on it
Yo, I bang a nigga head til his neck pop
Do a KRS-One to a "Black Cop"
X and E′s, out for cream
Get the money, while you stay broker than Al Bundy
Uhh, give it to y′all, in "Any Given Sunday"
With J. Foxx name the spot, make it hot
(I hate E so much right now!) Blow it down hooker bounce
come off the ropes like J. Snooka
(*X*: Two fly motherfuckers) You can′t fuck widdit
Backed by +Open Bar+, so y′all forget it
[Chorus]
[J-Ro]
J-McEnroe, cam smashin, party crashin
I eat MC′s like a ration
I′m sockin niggaz in they goatees
I leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies
I′m in the room with 10 G′s, countin ten G′s
cause we need a bag of weed (can you smell it?)
Now we need ten dimes, to blow on deez like wind chimes
Time to close the blinds cause you all in mines
I bought a bottle for the session, and did not share it
Drink so much Captain Mo′ all I need is a parrot
You took the Alkaholik challenge, and lost your balance
You underground, we under water drinkin liquid by the gallons
[Tash]
Slurred words, double vision, brain bustin, head rushin
Since I′m too drunk to walk, I rock a party on crutches
and still rush the roughest MC who wanna get it
Forget it, it′s Likwit, Tha Liks and, Xzibit
Ca-Tash on the blast the final piece to the puzzle
I slap bitches on the ass I slap tits up out the muzzle
I shuffle with the microphone, bang rhymes consistant
You wack and I′m Ca-Tash and that′s the motherfuckin difference
For instance, "21 and Over" set your clocks back
(Tick tock tick tock) Still standin where the rocks at
Two-thousand-one, we still young guns that′s +Restless+
(Thirty niggaz, sixty hoes) and that′s the motherfuckin guestlist!
[Chorus]
@ Xzibit
Текст песни:
Intro:
Listen you fuckers, you screwheads
Here′s a man who won′t take it anymore
A man who stood up against
The skunk, the kunts, the dogs, the fill, the shit
Here is some one who stood up
Here is...
Yeah! this is it for anybody usin bodies
presents, Xzibit movin at the speed of life
Yeah! check it
Verse One:
It took a long time comin but we waited
Xzibit went from underated
To now most antcipaded
never would of thought that I would rock your set
And get love and respect without no special effects
Only the rugged ruff shit that the hard rock need
Lyrics must contain more then just clothes bitches and weed
thinkin′ how you like to see the next man bleed
Tryin to glority greed
Livin life at ridiculuos speed-indeed!
The main goal to achieve, is to succeed
Have it laid out for your seed
But the world gets colder every day by day
Physically, mentally gettin drained by L.A.
Trying to find piece of mind
is like trying to find a gold mine
it just wont happen
no time for relaxin
Real soldiers of fortune
the front line of the action
So never show a nigga what you packin′
"You know what i′m sayin′?"
It′s too much weight to be juggling
who do you picture when you think about struggling
Kids in the bed, no food stomach bubbilin
Niggas in the E-class heavy drug smugglin
Chorus:
Movin...yeah!
yes movin...
At the speed of life
Verse Two:
And plus I feel that no style is darker than mine
There was a time it was all about beats and rhymes
But nowadays the blind just follow the blind
and when I die!
Niggas still recite these lines
to rock the heads, waterbeds citys and towns
Bringin strength to the masses that be holdin it down
the underground! to upper echelon and beyond
Xzibit rock and roll the streets like a vagabond
Nigga wanna trip you gettin dissed like a blond bitch
mackin to Farrakhan, I run game like a marathon
It′s here today then tomorrow it′s gone
It′s the law of the land
a straight modern day babylon!
Chorus:
Movin...yeah! yeah! like this
Like this...at the speed of life
Ah! Bring it live, yeah!
Verse Three:
Xzibit lookin at the earth thru wide angles
I found a stairway to heaven in a city of lost angels
Where small situations turn to altercation
with a heavy ass price
′cause niggas don′t fight no more!
before hip hop was all about drama
anything for a dollar before Kane fucked Madona
Xzibit maintain and stayed bent like a comma
Just me and my bottle
we shall lead not follow
Emcees be full of shit
but they style be hollow
it seems you′ve bitin off more
than you can possibly swallow
just a day in the life of a man named X
only blunt and latex for the oppisite sex
you see niggas comin thru to smoke and pay respect
ever since fifteen, I been ready for anything
whatever they bring in any shape, form or fashion
I live to the fullest and rip rhyme with a passion
but in the mean while if worse comes to worst
bust a round or bust a verse whatever comes first
Yeah! we got it locked down tight
Xzibit bring truth to the light
shit is movin at the speed of life
Chorus:
Movin...
At the speed of life
@ Xzibit
Текст песни:
[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]
@ Xzibit
Текст песни:
[Xzibit]
I was voted most likely to have a psychiatric evaluation
Let′s start the process of elimination
This dedication is for niggaz with the green buddha
The bandula, six-shooter to your suit coolers
Now how this feel? Cold black steel up in your grill
This hollow point lead gon′ be your last meal
Say your prayers, say your graces
Pieces of your face is found in a hundred different places
Huh, so what we lookin like? We tryin to see some hoes to fuck tonight
and you just tryin to see the afterlife
Make a decision before we have a head-on collision
makin me spend the rest of my life in prison
See I can only play the cards I was given
Multiplication division whatever you got to break mines off
like the U.S. government did to Microsoft
Like Xzibit in some pussy with the lights turned off
It′s like
[Chorus]
I′m just livin to fulfill my dreams
I′m just tryin to have the best of things
None of y′all can′t take shit from me
Life′s a bitch she ain′t fuckin for free
So I′ma ride til the wheels fall off
while all the rest get weak and go soft
Your petite style, can get you beat down
My heat′s loud, have you huggin on the street now
[Xzibit]
Niggaz keep askin me how does it feel
How does WHAT feel? Not havin to scrape for a meal?
Not bein locked down to a fucked up deal?
The biggest man in Los Angeles is not Shaquille
We had to reinvent the wheel, draft new blueprints
Made a whole album, spent HALF what you spent
then sent the rest to my people to invest wit it
Custom fitted, if you want it nigga, come and get it
and I suggest you bring a million niggaz runnin wit it
Split it, feel it, hit it it′s hot, look
I ain′t gon′ stop til everybody′s shot
Muammar Khadaf′s the dot, X mark the spot
with an infrared to your head, left for dead
Fuck the feds, flee the country then grow some dreads (ya mon)
I suggest you keep your distance, for instance, the same distance
it takes to get to the next solar system, motherfucker
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
Strike one, when a nigga talkin shit with his hands
Strike two, gettin caught in the wrong place with your pants down
Strike three, tryin to fuck with the D-O-double-G
D-R-E, or any of my Alkaholik family
Huh, Xzibit turn your vital signs to a straight line
Never seen a dog bite and bark at the same time
Restless, rugged, never relaxed
Permanently owe you motherfuckers backs like tax
Baseball bats and breaks upside of your head
Homey STILL gettin swoll off water and bread
I got this, retaliation, for any situation I′m facin
and leave the stage with a standin ovation, it′s like
@ Xzibit
Текст песни:
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
@ Xzibit
Текст песни:
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]
@ Xzibit
Текст песни:
[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]
@ Xzibit
Текст песни:
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!
@ Xzibit
Текст песни:
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 *
@ Xzibit
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