Xzibit - X Lyrics
Yeah! ladies and gentlemanBroadcastin live to you and yoursIts mr. x to the z, xzibitYeah, bouncin, cmonThe first day of the rest of my lifeX stand behind the mic like walker cronkiteYall keep the spotlight, Im keepin my rhymes tightLose sight of what you believe and call it a nightThis aint the light-weight, cake mix shit that youre used toTeflon territory you just cant shoot throughYou gon shoot who? (who? ) not even on your best dayRollin the wild west way, givin it upLeavin the whole world stuck not givin a *****Laid in the cut, now we break through in the rutHennesey and orange juice baby fill up a cupQuick to grab mary jane by the butt and squeezeLoosen up, let your hair down, and join the festivitiesOvercrowd the house like lockdown facilities*****es be, quick to give me brains while the pistol rangeGoin up and down my dick like the stock exchange1 - (x) rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound(x) wont 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 familyRepeat 1Ever since xzibit could spit, been on some pimp shitApproach every woman like a - potential mistressShine bright, make sure that x stay tightCause tonight I might meet my next ex-wifeMr. big chief reefer, xzibit use his dick like a visaI run it through and money come outRunnin your mouth, Ill have somebody run in your houseRavel your spouse and have a little fun on the couchNow you know that it was bound to happenI came to give you what you lackinWhenever you hear them other niggaz rappinRockin chains, stadiums, paladiums, cracked craniumsMy whole skeleton is dipped in titaniumDrop-top tinted on twentiesUsin rappers like crash test dummies, stackin real estate and moneyIts funny how things change overnight when you thinkin rightI beat the odds like ike beat on his first wifeRepeat 1 (2x)What an event, we hardcore a hundred percentMakin it stick, los angeles proudly presentsThe real deal, how does it feel? no special effectsYank the chain off of your neck, demand the respectNow all your conversations sound strange to meIt be like everybody around me done changed but meI stand alone on my own two feetStab a track, strangle the beat - restless, no time for sleepNiggas be weak, Im concrete like benjamin grierIts a very thin line between a foe and a friendStraight to the chin (not these niggas again)Call doc, bounce to the spot, and slide right inI aint tryin to see nothing but progress, regardlessHome of the heartless, move right, remain cautiousRepresent nothing but the hustle and struggleHennesy, rock plenty of ice, making a double, now screamRepeat 1 (2x)[snoop dogg]So there you have it; a-b-c, d-p-g-cX to the mother*****in zMr. xuberant, xtravagant, xtrordinary, xciting, x-a-lottaX-o with a little bit of xtasyX-ing your *****-ass out if you tryin to test the gAnd whats the recipe? xcalibur weaponryAnd we shoot xceptionallyThat there is hot- x marks the spot?***** naw, x spots the marksXclamation point, niggaz!
