Intro
1996, the Disfunctional member of the Alkohaliks family It's XZIBIT, Bring it live, one time, like this
Verse One
Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth my while Xzibit stay versitile with Million Dollar lifestyle and I can feel it as a child growin' up the niggaz that were real and the niggaz that were scared as fuck that's why Xzibit only roll with a chosen few You ain't really real, I can tell when I look at you So ease off the trigga talk, you ain't killin shit it's not affecting me or the niggaz that I'm chillin with I don't believe the hype or buy a Woof ticket Nigga you make a gang of noise and never seem like a cricket I guess that's why we never kick it a lot of niggaz are soft and get tossed tryin to fuck with the liquid How many niggaz do you know like this? Also claimin that they're riding but they really turn bitch It don't make sense Either you're a soldier from the start or an actor with a record deal tryin to play the part like dat
Chorus:
It's a shame niggaz in the rap game only for the money and the fame EXTRA LARGE It's a shame niggaz in the rap game only for the money and the fame Paparazzi (2x)
Verse Two
I don't need no lights no cameras just action god dammit never no superstar I'm more like a planet so my composure is kept while others start to sweat A merchant from the fog with my fucked up dialogue try to live high on the hog leaves you bankrupt and niggaz you spent it on, would not give a fuck now that's deep, how deep, It's deeper than Atlantis Home of the scandalous Big Bad Los Angeles Dangerous, Vandelous Yo, not to be trusted so how the fuck is you hard not being scared by the boulevard I'm pulling that card and sayin Gin muthafuckar flowin like liquid, soak it in muthafuckar I'm breakin it down, my sounds, so crowds are like deaf from the West puttin whole counties to the test it's all in perspective Breaker one-nine copy this is for the niggaz gettin caught up in the Paparazzi
Chorus
Verse Three
Niggaz smoke stress and cross dress but I just play the back others going through schemes and pipe dreams for a contract real tightly rolled, fuck 'em all how I feel I made a cool half mil before I had a record deal there for you look and stare like it's magic too much of anything can make you an addict when devils be startin static, forgot the automatic I set it off straight, I spread hate, then I vacate, but wait who dare to cross this path yo, I do ya like math cut with glass, make a blood bath so on behalf of all niggaz I get drunk with smoke a lot of blunts with I dispose of your punk shit keep it all in perspective Carbon Copies gettin caught up in the Paparazzi
Chorus Xzibit-Ride or Die [Chorus] We just ride and get high, 'til the sun cracks the sky Keep that heat by my side, that's how gangsters get by Cause it's an eye for an eye, when I bust you that's fly My gun never been shy, that's how gangsters get by It's either ride or die...
[Verse 1: Xzibit] ... we just boogy, advance The rubber band stack thick in my pants Real gangsters make plots and plans and touch dirt Only prayin for the day when they can wash they hands Real gangsters leave nothin to chance at first glance If it ain't a sho' thing then you bet' not swing Real gangsters keep that Cutlass clean, keep the monsters mean And when you dump it drop it right at the scene Real gangsters got a gangsta lean You might not talk red, black, or blue but everybody talk green Glance to my left look over my right shoulder Livin life in my rearview, FUCK stayin sober Forget back I sit back and wait for the click-clack Real gangsters want real spit so I spit that Real gangsters don't even say it They just hit the trunk cock it and spray it Light up your Christmas! Yeah!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Xzibit] ... and don't slip up It's way too late when the bodybags zip up Real gangsters pray for they soul when they get up You live by the gun but you'll die by that hit up Watch that rig up, find yo'self in a box in a spot where the cops can't dig up Real gangsters ain't just thugs in bandanas Slugs and big cannons, drugs and big hammers Real gangsters open up ya minds and expand 'em Why was Tupac really spittin at the cameras? Cause real gangsters get no peace, they want us six feet deep or locked down in the belly of the beast Real gangsters make bread, rise like yeast Won't hesitate to put hot chrome to ya teeth So fuck beef! Real gangsters load heat When ya see 'em in the street better call the police, c'mon
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tone] ... syndrome is a fear that inner-city residents have of they own peers People in they own community usin a case where two blacks got smoked by one in '93 And ain't now nigga be the murder case Usin and servin survival shit as a defense plea In Cali big knot (knot) The judicial system out here'll have you level fo' 'til you rot It's because of the system we violence stricken Forced to frequent the zone when the reefer's driftin And it's hella drift cause in Southeast Danglewood Damn near, 30 years of Bloodin and Crippin And we inflicted with a disease mo' trip than an H-I-V Can't nuthin protect you from a hundred, drummer 2-2-3's You can call the police Wear a V-E-S-T but forget about safety
[Chorus]
Xzibit-XYeah! Ladies and gentleman Broadcastin live to you and yours It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit Yeah, bouncin, c'mon
The first day of the rest of my life X stand behind the mic like Walker Cronkite Y'all keep the spotlight, I'm keepin my rhymes tight Lose sight of what you believe and call it a night This ain't the light-weight, cake mix shit that you're used to Teflon territory you just can't shoot through You gon shoot who? (Who?) Not even on your best day Rollin the Wild West way, givin it up Leavin the whole world stuck not givin a fuck Laid in the cut, now we break through in the rut Hennesey and orange juice baby fill up a cup Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze Loosen up, let your hair down, and join the festivities Overcrowd the house like lockdown facilities Bitches be, quick to give me brains while the pistol range Goin up and down my dick like the stock exchange
1 - (X) Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound (X) Won't even say your own name when I come around (X) Stay on top but remain from the underground (X) to the Z and we all in the family
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Ever since Xzibit could spit, been on some pimp shit Approach every woman like a - potential mistress Shine bright, make sure that X stay tight Cause tonight I might meet my next ex-wife Mr. Big Chief Reefer, Xzibit use his dick like a Visa I run it through and money come out Runnin your mouth, I'll have somebody run in your house Ravel your spouse and have a little fun on the couch Now you know that it was bound to happen I came to give you what you lackin whenever you hear them other niggaz rappin Rockin chains, stadiums, paladiums, cracked craniums My whole skeleton is dipped in titanium Drop-top tinted on twenties Usin rappers like crash test dummies, stackin real estate and money It's funny how things change overnight when you thinkin right I beat the odds like Ike beat on his first wife
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What an event, we hardcore a hundred percent Makin it stick, Los Angeles proudly presents The real deal, how does it feel? No special effects Yank the chain off of your neck, demand the respect Now all your conversations sound strange to me It be like everybody around me done changed but me I stand alone on my own two feet Stab a track, strangle the beat - Restless, no time for sleep Niggas be weak, I'm concrete like Benjamin Grimm It's a very thin line between a foe and a friend Straight to the chin (Not these niggas again) Call Doc, bounce to the spot, and slide right in I ain't tryin to see nothing but progress, regardless Home of the heartless, move right, remain cautious Represent nothing but the hustle and struggle Hennessy, rock plenty of ice, making a double, now SCREAM
Repeat 1 (2x)
[Snoop Dogg] So there you have it; A-B-C, D-P-G-C X to the motherfuckin Z Mr. Xuberant, Xtravagant, Xtrordinary, Xciting, X-a-lotta X-O with a little bit of Xtasy X-ing your bitch-ass out if you tryin to test the G And what's the recipe? Xcalibur weaponry And we shoot Xceptionally That there is hot- X marks the spot? Fuck naw, X spots the marks Xclamation point, niggaz! |
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