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Enemies & Friends

January 23, 2008

Enemies & Friends

1996, dysfunctional member
  Of the Alkaholik family, yo
  
  Rule Number One
  Always be aware of your surroundings
  And peep all exits
  Stay and move to the next shit
  Rule Number Two
  Love no one that don’t love you
  And if the shit come down
  Then you know your way around
  Rule Number Three
  Realize it ain’t about size
  Or havin’ gats and guns
  Because it only takes one
  Handle your business
  Don’t let your business handle you
  It’s a lot of motherfuckers tryin’ to do
  What you’re doin’ right here, right now
  Same color, same style
  Tryin’ to claim worldwide
  And ain’t traveled but one mile
  In these shoes, I paid dues
  With nothin’ to lose
  Live by the rhyme
  But I’ma die by the booze
  Xzibit breakin’ down niggas
  Who got somethin’ to prove
  Here we are face to face
  Nigga make your move
  You’re in the wrong place
  But at the right situation
  Cause i was waitin
  Hotter than Satan, never perpetratin
  
  [Chorus:]
  
  I treat my enemies like friends
  So I can reach out and touch
  Leave’em in the dust at the very end
  You now tuned in to Hennessy and Gin
  Ice cold Heinekens and down for whatever skins
  Animosity you can reach out and touch
  Heavy right handed
  Teeth grind like a clutch
  And plus you ain’t never had this much
  Too many friends too close
  You might collapse from an overdose
  
  I was raised to never follow after no man
  To be my own man
  So I can die by my own hand
  And never knowin’ what the next day can bring
  So I gotta make the ends
  Justify the means
  Yo, I’m on the scene, here to do my own thing
  Can’t never spend a lifetime
  Chasin’ after dreams
  I got the right shit
  For all the wrong reasons
  As long as I breathin’
  Niggas change like seasons
  Never trust a man
  Who can’t look you in your eyes
  Only the strong survive
  And that’s word to the wise
  Yo, when dead bodies get outlined in chalk
  Everybody should walk
  Cause real killers don’t talk
  I ain’t really concerned
  How many bridges you burned
  I extinguish your flame
  And take aim at your brain
  Givin’ ligament pain
  To have you walkin’ with a cane
  Wantin’ money and fame
  You got your fuckin’ self to blame
  And that’s West Coast rhyme
  Without no gimmicks
  Here come Xzibit to break it down
  Like a chemic
  I’m spreadin’ like an epidemic
  And all good things come to an end
  Enemies & Friends
  
  [Chorus]
  
  I don’t give a fuck
  About the set you claim
  Xzibit easily dispersed like crack cocaine
  See I lent my shotgun to Kurt Cobain
  And the motherfucker never brought it back
  Ahh, that’s wack
  As a matter of fact
  This one nigga tried to jack
  My squad had his ass
  On the run like track
  Never knowin’ who to trust
  In this shit called rap
  Here to let you know
  My sound surrounds like dat
  Never half step
  Or play the role like DeNiro
  Y’all niggas wasn’t down
  When we had less than zero
  Fuck tryin’ to be a hero
  Tryin’ to save some bitch
  Mr. X to the Z
  Never play that shit
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Yes, 1996, yes
  Bringin’ it live from the Westside
  This is X to the Z
  These niggas don’t know
  These niggas ain’t ready
  Yo, Mr. X to the Z
  From the Likwit Crew

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Hit & Run (Part II)

January 23, 2008

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 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
  

Alkaholik

January 23, 2008

Alkaholik

[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 (BELOWWWW)
  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]

Right On

January 23, 2008

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]

Paparazzi

January 23, 2008

 Paparazzi

[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]
  

Foundation

January 23, 2008

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
Begining 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

Game face

January 23, 2008

Game face

I don’t fuck around I’ll break you down in the hours of H
   All these L.A times motherfucka’s keepin the pace
   No need to pull strings things still get done
   To have you yellin at the top of yo lungs
   So Xzibit never speak wit a false tounge
   Slid off like a handgun
   Tryin to build an empire to pass to my grandson
   I never like to talk business over the phone
   So either have love for the game or leave it alone
   Plus action speak louder than words
   And pussy move faster than birds
   So I gotta keep a gameface
   On the street you slip, and you might catch a hot one
   Xzibit stay low and kick back like a shotgun
   I keep it bangin to the end of the line
   When a rapper think his saggin style is fuckin with mine, it’s divine
   Cuz my family is harder than bricks
   Anything to keep it movin cuz it’s harder to hit
  
   Chorus:
   (Ras Kass)
   Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin’ wit mine
   Keep it movin to the end of the line
   And action speak louder than words
   And pussy move faster than birds
   Gotta keep a gameface
   (Xzibit)
   Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin’ wit mine
   Keep it movin to the end of the line
   And action speak louder than words
   And pussy move faster than birds
   Gotta keep a gameface
  
   Verse 2: Ras Kass
   Men must be either tramp or the crutch
   To regulate, relegate, delegate power, nigga touch something
   Trust no one and die dumping
   Drained ya battery you barely talking like Teddy Ruxpin
   See that’s wassup, nigga I don’t give a fuck
   Say some shit so nasty, it’ll make Little Kim blush
   As if, a 98 bentley didn’t tempt me
   To lay bullshit over this empty
   But consequently my conscience wouldn’t permit me
   I’m one-third black man, one-third Jackie Chan
   One-third sand, shiftin across the surface of the land
   Golden State Warrior let my nuts hang like niggas in nooses
   While you givin groupies all your loochie
   I’m known for fucking hoochies in suskis
   And slippin ???????
   Loved and feared, severe yet loved
   The full time titan fighting three million over night thugs
   So keep your, hand out your rectum ’cause you can’t stop shit
   Don’t rock shit, studio hustlers
   claimin’ they got more keys than a locksmith
   What part of the game is this
   Bonus Round, give me the mic, the money
   The pussy in that order, the mortar over populated
   get fucked and orally copulated
   And all you chumps on some you owe me an apology shit
   can suck yo apology out my dick
  
   Chorus:
  
   Verse 3:
   (Ras Kass)
   This is for the black niggas, the yak sippers
   The part time strippers,slash full time student,and fifty buck slippers
   I got athletes feet,we run these contrete streets
   Sporting cleets, ain’t nothing sweet
   (Xzibit)
   I’m making rappers get they shit together
   Still smokin, still drinkin, still maintain clear thinkin
   Everyday is the weekend, mashin thru in a lincoln
   And style so sick, the whole car start stinking
  
   Chorus:

25 To life

January 23, 2008

25 To life

Wyclef talking:
   Yo to my people doing time, Xzibit, Juvenile, y’all need to
   Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile come on
   bring the heat.
  
   Xzibit
   Look, I’m inhumane livin’ in this house of pain
   stuck with a thousand street hustlers
   down on they luck
   Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin’
   and for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin’
   but I can’t listen to my conscience it’s nonsense
   if I didn’t shoot I’d be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
   fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down
   by liftin’ iron by the pound for the tough individual
   runnin’ run his mouth throw some hands with the General
   walk one day in the shoes of a criminal
   death disease keep your luxuries to a minimal
   I’m not talkin’ about weed, jewels, & Bentleys
   I’m talkin’ about clean clothes, hot food, and Dentyne
   see what I mean livin’ with the scum of the earth
   hit with plenty of time to adjust to life on the inside
   (Wyclef)
  
   Juvenile
   You got me fucked up I’m innocent
   look I ain’t do this shit you don’t want to hear my side
   but you believin’ that bitch
   You makin’ my nerves bad I need to smoke me a jo’
   ’cause I know y’all ain’t even thinkin’ ’bout lettin’ me go
   Where my lawyer, nigga told me Juv’ I can’t do nothin’ for ya
   Y’all go tell that to my mother & my father
   but they gon’ cus y’all so don’t you even bother
   you know that shit ain’t right that bitch didn’t see nothin’
   ’cause it was dark at night but I guess us blacks
   look the same to y’all passin’ niggas around like a game of ball
   This is my third felony plus my third strike
   man I ain’t goin’ home I got 25 to Life.
  
  
   QU New York, you try to criticize me I criticize you
   been the same muthafucka since in high school
   any beat I shed light to with crazy wattage
   Blankin’ out bought my first eight ball for eighty dollars
   learned who not to trust grew obnoxious
   so niggas start to hate me same time the boys in blue watch us
   circlin’ but they don’t slow down take you to court
   think you seein’ Judge Joe Brown they just actin’
   Indy’s throwin’ Tyson back in another year
   fuckin’ with a nigga’s career I cock back at bust in the air
   give me space beats with plenty bass drink my Hennessey straight
   ’til I hurl out third world clout I’ll take niggas hearts
   and turn killers into girl scouts works of art
   Picasso from the Hydro roller-slash-hustler CEO-slash-retired soldier
  
  
   Ja Rule
   Kill or be killed behind the wall 40 day short
   still the thought of murderer true to the sport
   I bang with the best niggas them career criminals
   now I’m in with these youngins lookin’ to feel me out
   Hollerin’ ’bout how they gon’ hit on me now
   Niggas is real wild bangin’ before trial
   new kicks new trial I don’t give a fuck
   I’m playin’ the yard ox taped to my nuts
   ready to self destruct Lord I don’t wanna die
   but what powered your honor to hit me with 25
   I know that real recognize every hustle
   and die with these niggas in the struggle
   Ya feel me
  
   Reptile
   Oh God shells loaded in the semi auto quoted
   unknown cat never voted picture me on the scene
   huntin’ for greens like Mike Meyers trick or treatin’ on Halloween
   mashed down in the fatigues servin’ the fiends
   kill or be killed metal pipes under the sleeve
   in the city slicker bust checks or puff cess
   ruffneck love liquor & act figures bloodsport on the streets
   no gloves pullin’ knives out the ‘fridge handin’ out cold cuts
   ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo’ eyes thug
   you ’bout to die thug!
   Call the President I’m blowin’ up ya residence
   spill acid on the corpse to clear the evidence
   Protestors outside screamin’ free Gotti
   guard your body SWAT teams is waitin’ with the shotty
  
  
   Wyclef: Y’all need to
  
   REPEAT
  
   For all my people doin’ time keep your head up
   Wyclef Jerry “Wonder” New Millenium new millenium come on

Big bang theory

January 23, 2008

Big bang theory

Intro: Xzibit
   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what
   Snoop double, D O G, what, mr. X to the Z, yeah, and Kurupt
   The kingpin, DoggHouse Records takin over the shit in the ’99
   What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh
   It’s the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo
  
   HOOK: Xzibit
   I got a big bang theory my hardcore comittee
   Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
   Chronic low ridin bitches with silicon tities
   (we gon bounce and ball until the wheels fall off)
   I got a big bang theory my hardcore committee
   Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
   Affiliated with thousands sent out medallions
   (we gon bounce and floss until the wheels fall off
  
   [Kurupt]
   Chest plates hit with gauges, sawed off, hauled off
   Blast wit somethin and I breaks all the walls off
   Fuck it, tie my flag around my mouth
   Blue rag on my face, blue rag in my left pocket
   Pistols screamin, unleashin pure fury
   Smash, snatch the pockets and all the jewelry
   Glass shattering, blastin, niggas scatterin
   Scat, takin three to four to the back
   I’m back motherfucker, live broadcast
   Show my face, with my rag on, let me throw my hood in the air
   Let me put ’bout two in the air
   Let me show these motherfuckers that I don’t care
   It’s a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
   Livin for whatever it cost’s, crimb bosses
  
   [Pinky]
   It’s goin down by the year 2 G
   I’m goin be flyin through the hood, duckin, dodgin the heat
   My niggas watch the street, be it rain, snow, or sleet
   Us niggas gon eat, makin troops we creep
   Losin the jeep, runnin on feet, survivin off the land money and
   Gun in hand, operation quicksand
   Aint tryin ta put the mark of the beast on my hand
   I had to bless the head of a military man
   Jumped into the back of the 4 door sedan
   All up in the trunk was the hidden contraband
   Fuck a middleman, my pistols aim directly from Iran
   Looking from a third eye, I spot the hidden cam
   I know what you look like, I know how you think
   I’m the type of bitch to pop a pill up in your drink
  
   HOOK
  
   [CPO]
   Bitch, fuck that, you bring fat rag, here’s cheese
   You work your fuckin employees
   You know you get all excited like that
   Stack it through them hoodlum back, cuz I like it like that, bitch
   I kill drama, shit get action packed
   When I jump out the black stealth bomber
   Cuz it’s bout, you know, I want the fuckin mansion pad
   To heal that bitch sittin on
   So don’t waste the fuckin cheese that you earn
   Rotate the fuckin weed that you burn
   Don’t fuck with Bossy off the glam,
   Rollin crack , blow blocks in half
  
   [Tray Deee]
   We rides on visitors and takes no prisoners
   Handles all business and pay off the comissioner
   Big time crime figure niggas gettin riches
   20 inches whippin all we givin hittin switches
   Twistin flippin chickens stickin victims if they slippin
   Trippin, on the mission and my trigga finga itchin
   Positioned at your dome, one twitch and it’s on
   No remorse or second thoughts once the clip and the chrome
   This is the zone, weak niggas covers get blown
   Stoned killers and gorillas want whatever you want
   Shake spots with bank nots, keep the thang cocked
   And leave motherfuckers stripped to tank tops
   We the gang, it’s our thang to mash and maintain
   Gangbang slang came and aint gon change
   All out till we fall out, fuck the world
   DoggHouse style with the chucks and curls
  
   HOOK

Focus

January 23, 2008

Focus

Yo, turn it up a little so you (Focus)

Homeboy I ain’t never gon let em take me under
I maintain with a mindframe to bring the rain and the thunder
Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger
and focus(focus) on the days and times(focus) that approach us

[Verse 1]
Bad seeds is planted to grow large and toke us
Whatever is left will be eaten alive by the locusts
Hear me not, believe me later
You can feel the animosity through this Irwin Vega
A full clip to make this bullshit stop
I’m in the struggle to bring the underground to the top
Head lock, Las Angeles, home of the scandalous
And beautiful bitches, smell the aroma
Nothin but doja, the Likwit soldier
Quick to fold you in half, sit back and laugh at you
Xzibit standing firm ground like a stone statue
You ever have a .45 slug blown at you?
We unstoppable, so everything is possible

[Chorus]
Xzibit maintain focus till the casket drop
That’s (focus) the only to survive and stay on top
Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger
And focus(focus) on the days and times that approach us
[repeat]

[Verse 2]
Be on the lookout
Cause this year some niggas gettin took out
Takin off of the scene
Man versus machine
I live between a rock and a hard place
About face stand straight
This is General X
Dedicated to the critics that hope and pray
That some day I’ll go soft
And try to swing with a gimmick and fall off
Runnin with dogs you can’t call off
Isolate to eliminate
That’s the mind state
Never violate
I make your whole chest dialate
Defeat my appetite to annhilate
I carry the weight from state to state
Spread the product
Tired of friends and relatives gettin shot up
It’s time for some action like Redman and B-Real
Cause I can be a dead man if I stand still
Too close for comfort, I’m under the gun
Like a felon going back
I’m ready to crack
Making niggas role the credits and fade to black
fade to black fade to black fade to black

[Chorus]

Yeah, everyday of my life
Got clear thinking, and everything stay tight
Drop bomb shit
Only bomb shit
Here come Xzibit to break it down like this

[Chorus]