Tytuł: Hit & Run (Part II)

• Wykonawca: Xzibit
• Wyświetleń: 308

[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