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| Xzibit - X Yeah, ladies and gentleman, Broadcasting live to you and yours, It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit, Yeah, bounce it, Come on, The first day of the rest of my life, X stand behind the mic like Walker Kronkike, Y'all keep the spotlight, I'm keeping 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? Not even on your best day, Rollin' the Wild West way, givin' it up, Leavin' the whole world stuck not givin' a f*ck, Laid in the cut now we break through in the rut, Hennesy 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 I post the range, Going up and down my d*ck like the stock exchange, (Chorus 2x) 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, Ever since Xzibit has spit, been on some pimp sh*t, Approach every woman like a potential mistress, Shine bright, make sure that X stay tight, Cause tonight I might meet my next exwife, Mr. Big Chief Reefa, Xzibit use his d*ck 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 n*ggas rappin', Rockin' chains, stadium, paladiums, cracked craniums, My whole skeleton is dipped in titanium, Drop tops sittin' on twenties, Using rappers like crash test dummies, Stackin' real estate and money, It's funny how things change overnight, When you thinking right, I beat the odds like Ike beat on his first wife, Repeat Chorus (2x) What an event? We hardcore 100% Making 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, Stagger tracks, strangle the beat, Restless no time for sleep, Niggas be weak, I'm concrete like Benjamin Greet, It's a very thin line between a foe and a friend, Straight to the chair, (Not these niggas again) Come back, bounce in the spot and slide right in, I ain't trying to see nothing but progress, regardless, Home of the heartless, move right, remain cautious, Represent nothing but the hustle and struggle, Hennesy, rock plenty of ice, making a double, now scream! Repeat Chorus (2x) So there you have it, A-B-C D-P-G-C, X to the motherf*ckin' Z, Mr. Exuberant, Mr. Extravagant, Extrodinary, Mr. Exalata, X 'em with a little bit of extasy, X-ing a b*tch out if you tryin' a test a g, And what's the recipe? Excalibur weaponary, And we shoot exceptionally, That there is hot, X marks the spot? Fuck naw, X spots the marks Xclamation point niggas |
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