Tytuł: Best of Things

• Wykonawca: Xzibit
• Wyświetleń: 453

[Xzibit]
  I was voted most likely to have a psychiatric evaluation
  Let's start the process of elimination
  This dedication is for niggaz with the green buddha
  The bandula, six-shooter to your suit coolers
  Now how this feel? Cold black steel up in your grill
  This hollow point lead gon' be your last meal
  Say your prayers, say your graces
  Pieces of your face is found in a hundred different places
  Huh, so what we lookin like? We tryin to see some hoes to fuck tonight
  and you just tryin to see the afterlife
  Make a decision before we have a head-on collision
  makin me spend the rest of my life in prison
  See I can only play the cards I was given
  Multiplication division whatever you got to break mines off
  like the U.S. government did to Microsoft
  Like Xzibit in some pussy with the lights turned off
  It's like
  
  [Chorus]
  I'm just livin to fulfill my dreams
  I'm just tryin to have the best of things
  None of y'all can't take shit from me
  Life's a bitch she ain't fuckin for free
  So I'ma ride til the wheels fall off
  while all the rest get weak and go soft
  Your petite style, can get you beat down
  My heat's loud, have you huggin on the street now
  
  [Xzibit]
  Niggaz keep askin me how does it feel
  How does WHAT feel? Not havin to scrape for a meal?
  Not bein locked down to a fucked up deal?
  The biggest man in Los Angeles is not Shaquille
  We had to reinvent the wheel, draft new blueprints
  Made a whole album, spent HALF what you spent
  then sent the rest to my people to invest wit it
  Custom fitted, if you want it nigga, come and get it
  and I suggest you bring a million niggaz runnin wit it
  Split it, feel it, hit it it's hot, look
  I ain't gon' stop til everybody's shot
  Muammar Khadaf's the dot, X mark the spot
  with an infrared to your head, left for dead
  Fuck the feds, flee the country then grow some dreads (ya mon)
  I suggest you keep your distance, for instance, the same distance
  it takes to get to the next solar system, motherfucker
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Xzibit]
  Strike one, when a nigga talkin shit with his hands
  Strike two, gettin caught in the wrong place with your pants down
  Strike three, tryin to fuck with the D-O-double-G
  D-R-E, or any of my Alkaholik family
  Huh, Xzibit turn your vital signs to a straight line
  Never seen a dog bite and bark at the same time
  Restless, rugged, never relaxed
  Permanently owe you motherfuckers backs like tax
  Baseball bats and breaks upside of your head
  Homey STILL gettin swoll off water and bread
  I got this, retaliation, for any situation I'm facin
  and leave the stage with a standin ovation, it's like
  
  [Chorus]