歌词
作词 : Alvin Joiner/Melvin Bradford/Kevin Gilliam
作曲 : Alvin Joiner/Melvin Bradford/Kevin Gilliam
(Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth
Some call that a problem but I call it a gift
Xzibit make the whole continent s*ift (hell yeah)
Invadin your territory in a blaze of glory
A soldier story, livin off nothin but instinct
Mother****ers continue to floss and lip-sync
And I'ma just continue to flow, while rockin the boat
Probably smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in shit
Don't make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your throat
Always approach mother****ers that's known for killin your folks
Be surprised who could turn around and bust on y'all
Catch your mother or your sister comin out of the mall
Bang holes through they coats and they Macy bags
No retaliation you basically runnin with fags
In these streets, you only good as your last transaction
Funny style, and these mother****ers ain't laughin
Y'all got it all ****ed up in zero-zero
Think life is a video for "Last Action Heroes"
Xzibit
Face the price you pay for the games you play
When it's all said and done at the end of the day, you gotta
Get your walk on, get your head right
I know you feelin the shit , shit is dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
Mother****ers pass me the bottle, fill your glass up
Judge and jury, don't get your case dismissed
When I get pissed and smash through the makes*ift
Uplift, dump this, make your shit knock
Hypnotical hardrock that don't flop
It's the best thing crackin my mother****er
Lot of rappers talk of flas*in the trigger but don't ever deliver
From the home of the toe tag, lowriders and body bags
earthquakes police with automatics and nerve gas
Learn fast or get left behind quick (yeah)
You testify, you get wrapped in plastic (hell yeah)
Xzibit turn your SUV into a casket
Mailed your body parts in a tub full of sulfuric acid
for all the shit you gotta go through to get high
Stand by, do or die for the West coast
Wanna **** with Xzibit but can't come close mother****ers
Tell y'all people to call my people
Recognize all men are not created equal
I'm lethal, all y'all f****ts remain see-through
Only the kid from "The Sixth Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPLE!)
When I get through the world'll be a better place
A little Jesus Christ mixed with some Leatherface
Go find some punch to spike, find some shit to lace
Pull a pistol from my waist, mother****ers reach for space
Smack the taste out of your mouth if you talk shit
or hit so hard to the chin it make your back flip
My transcript number one up in this conference
It's nonsense, all y'all mother****ers want is conflict
Only associate with pros and the convicts
Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb mother****er
And then bounce with a couple, mother****ers a tussle
You never have enough muscle to stop a mother****er hustle