Xzibit

Xzibit – F””N’ You Right

(Xzibit talkin)
Listen to this, I’m just tryna do this for us
You know what I’m sayin, you scream at the top of your fucking lungs
Yeah, I’m just tryna do this hard work and get this good between us baby, yeah

Look, Samantha, Loraine, Monica, Veronica
Veronica, she treated my dick like a harmonica
How you think I learned how to twist it and turn
Ya back until it’s broke, make you feel it in your throat
It was Pamela, Linda, Keisha, Nicole
Had me fuckin while I was drivin on cruise control
Can’t wait to get it home and teach it all to you
Look I’m just tryna be the best, I’m doin it all for you
You know that thing with the peanut butter
My Brooklyn bitch said fuck untyin the ropes,
it’s faster with a box cutter
I know you love the way I’m diggin you out
But always wanna fuckin aruge so let’s figure this out
I’m just tryna make you happy bitch
Who’s there for you anytime you get in the mood for suckin a dick
I took the time out to find out what ya like
You bust fifteen nuts, wanna get up and fight
So look

(Chorus)
You should thank of all the bitches that I have in my life
All the experience I’m gettin got me fuckin you right
Never took time to see it and plus
All you thinkin ’bout is yourself, I’m thinkin for us
You love the way I beat it down when I come in the house
And all in ya mouth, the bedroom, kitchen and couch
You should thank all of the bitches that I have in my life
All the experience I’m gettin got me fuckin you right

It was Gina, Julie, Renee, Ty and Tammy
Made me spend some extra days in Miami
Candy, Trisha, Prescilla, Melissa
Showed X to the Z it’s better with three
Who could fuck your ass better than me (pssst)
I think not, hard knock the cock, welcome to my sweat shop
I pick locks made by NFL, NBA, NHL, fuck all day
You could say I didn’t do this shit
Unsatisfied bitches gotta go out and chase the dick
And that’s just not the thing to do
So I learn new shit from the next bitch and teach it to you
Now don’t you love it how I shove it baby (hell yeah)
When we be fuckin and we thuggin baby (hell yeah)
The way I hit it when I pump it baby (hell yeah)
And don’t I spit it when I bust it baby (hell yeah)

(Chorus)

I insist that we fuckin on videotape
Just incase a bitch lose face and try and call rape
If you know somethin that might excite up our late night
Got an open invite to lay us a pipe
Make ya head feel like your wet, warm and tight
I’ll go from all night ’til the sun turn bright
Two wrongs don’t make it right bitch, no need to cheat
(Pussy just a piece of meat, another means to eat)
Big Tray D told me that, as a matter of fact
You only tell me that you love me when you’re flat on your back
You wanna leave me now bitch, my fuckin feelings is hurt
Why am I the only one that’s tryna make this work

(Chorus)
(Tray D talking to fade)

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Xzibit – D.N.A (Drugs-N-Alkahol)

[X] Drugs-N-Alkahol baby! Ahhh!
[S] Uhh.. mm that’s funky.. ohh!

[Xzibit]
Huh, I’m Mr. What-The-Fuck-You-Lookin-At
I’m Mr. Quick-To-Run-And-Get-The-Gat
Treat you like the hoosd like a diplomat
Xzibit used to push a ‘llac, now I’m Range Rovin’
Takin over never sober, bear witness like Jehovah
Enemies fall like October
Restless standin tall like a soldier
We thick like the first Motorola brick cellular phones
cut to the bone, celebratin “Dre Day”
Love it or leave it alone (ha hah)
Just consider me the heir to the throne
The lifestyle of the savage and well known protectin my owns
Rolling stone bringin it home, time for transition
Don’t talk too loud, you might find yourself missin
Look into my eyes, all you see is will to survive
by any means, retreatin to the Phillipines
to meditate, liftin train like a heavyweight
Hit you and run with a California license plate

[Chorus: Xzibit + Snoop]
[X] When y’all niggaz stop actin like bitches
[X] bitches stop actin like niggaz we can all clock figures
[S] Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick
[S] They all on my dick, FUCK THAT SHIT!
[X] When y’all bitches stop actin like niggaz
[X] niggaz stop actin like bitches we can all get riches
[S] Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick
[S] FUCK THAT SHIT! We can all get rich!

[Snoop Dogg]
Doggy Dogg is bout to blow up
All.. these Snoop Dogg haters need to slow up, sho’ nuff
Know what? X, the game is gettin sewn up
but I’m speedin ’em up and leavin ’em
I’m buckin ’em til they bleedin bruh
Hold up, FUCK THAT, you tryin to get swoll up
by the mic controller, clip reloader
Frozen exposure, condos of a composer
Sick like a bowl-of, a bowl of deez nuts
Fuck him up, cross him out, then toss him out
With the stamp on his head, nigga Dogghouse
Nigga I’m universal crackin Down South (ya heard?)
Poppin my collar with my dick in your girl’s mouth, ha ha
You act like you a dude you get smashed on
Full out my bitches with your fucked up attitude
Nappy-head hoes, worse than bitch niggaz
I treat ’em all the same, bitch check yo’ game!

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
With the flick of a wrist, send you deep into the abyss
I don’t pop Cryst’, but will pop a nigga with this
Made my way to the top of the list, raised your fifth
Anything to keep it movin make it harder to hit
We survive when you thought we was finished and done
Lookin over my cold shoulder is Attila the Hun
The gatling gun, guillotine, Don King’s American Dream
Since sixteen, shoulda been a marine
Makin the whole scene collapse, millenium raps
Why fight for scraps, relax and take the whole plate witcha
The penny pitcher with a whole lot of come and get ya
You gettin my picture or do I have to let ’em hit ya? HUAHH!
Feel the adrenaline rush whenever I bust
Got eyes in back of my head
The people the I trust is just like me
Full of spite with very large appetites
I’m too complex to break down in black and white

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
(AH-AHHH!) Niggaz, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, ahhh
Yes.. X to the Z, D-O-double-to-the-motherfuckin-G, OOOH-WEE!
Ahh.. this shit funky right here my nigga
Yeah, +Open Bar+ nigga, we gettin fucked up
Three four in the morning, ain’t no time limits
Huh huh, you ain’t tryin to hotbox with us nigga
Roll some X, y’know!
Ahh.. niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, it’s all the same though

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