Tytuł: Just Maintain

• Wykonawca: Xzibit
• Wyświetleń: 307

[Xzibit]
  I look you in the grill
  And I laugh inside
  Niggas always perpetratin
  Like they down to ride
  But please don't try to tell me
  What I can not see
  What's the real definiton
  Of A Fake MC
  [J-Ro]
  Muthafuckas only rappin since 93
  And expect all props
  [Xzibit]
  Them gettin dropped like hot rocks
  "So stop what you doin cause I'm
  About to ruin".....
  Like Shock-G get turned to stone
  Tryin to rock me
  I seperate my thought process
  From stress, 24 tracks inside my brain
  Tyrin to maintain
  I bang shit without no gang or jherri curls
  I seem like Kadeem
  In a whole different world
  It's the girls the cars niggas lose themselves
  Forgettin who they are
  When they try to be that superstar
  They don't understand
  It's all in the game plan
  Exploit the art
  And watch Hip-Hop fall apart
  But I'm a do my part, and stay true
  And keep breakin down bitch niggas like you
  
  [HOOK]
  [Hurrincane Gee]
  I'm not the type
  To play games or drop
  Name I just maintain
  And burn rappers out the frame
  Doin my part to stay true
  And keep breakin down
  Bitch niggas like you
  
  [Xzibit]
  But above all else
  I represent it for myself
  Leavin muthafuckas stretched out
  Or better yet X-ed out
  Xzibit, Excelerate, I rush it to the extreme
  Like nicotine, never get me clean
  From your blood stream
  We all can't bust, so do it how you must
  But if you hustle, avoid gettin rushed
  With hand cuffs plus
  In got we trust but don't trust us, we just
  Add to the ashes, then pick up the dust
  Like that
  [J-Ro]
  I make it seem
  Like you havin bad dreams
  Have you wakin up out your sleep
  By your own screams
  Xzibit has arrived Goddamit
  [Xzibit]
  We bout to rock the whole planet
  And bitch niggas can't stand it
  Try to play the back and look intense
  You need to hit a fence
  You don't want none of this
  Hands on experience
  I'm no the type to play games
  Or drop names I just
  Maintain and drop rappers out the frame
  [Hurricane Gee]
  I bring it to the ruffest toughest
  Mic killers
  And you wanna be niggas
  And you burn bithces, type vicious
  Imitating Hurricane flow for riches
  You don't know the half
  I got the ill vocab double rap style
  Gettin bucked
  More freaky than your last good fuck
  Milkin you like ba ba pieces
  Meetin niggas lyrical wishes
  Writin rhymes and washin out dishes
  Flowin with the likwid wicked
  Representin with my nigga Xzibit
  And we gonna do it
  And do it and do it
  Til you satisfied! cause shit is tight
  Bodiqua C.E.O. on the mic
  Smashin and trashin
  Fuck Moschino fashion
  All you muthafuckas need to stop askin
  Valued more than the chrome
  On your last set of wheels
  Hurricane here to reign on your brain
  Just maintain