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Tytuł: Symphony In X Major

  • Wykonawca: Xzibit
  • Wy¶wietleń: 323
[Xzibit]
  Time to snap out of it, welcome to the real world
  My life like a Hitchcock flick, stick to the script
  If she can't stick to the script, stick to this dick
  How she actin off of the fifth? Ridiculous shit
  We don't need conversation, just crowd participation
  If you here on vacation we got, rules and regulations
  Seperate myself from y'all, segregation
  Tryin to stop Xzibit and Dre? Humiliation
  Pure elevation, got me some inspiration
  Two bitches in bubble baths, a beautiful invitation
  Got a live occupation, live for the moment
  I'm faced with an altercation manhandlin my opponents
  I got eyes in the back of my head
  I never sleep so they bloodshot red
  Yo we so far ahead of our time
  If we can stop life and press rewind
  You still wouldn't catch up 'til 2K and a dime, so turn it up
  
  [Chorus - female and male singers]
  [F] Turn it up!
  [M] Turn it up
  [F] This is it!
  [M] This is it
  [F] We the shit
  [M] We the shiiiiiiiiiit
  [F] Get with it!
  [F] Give a fuck
  [M] Give a fuck
  [F] Who you wit
  [M] Who you wit
  [F] Turn it up!
  [M] Turn it uppppppppppp
  [F] Get with it!
  
  [Dr. Dre]
  Truthfully speakin, it's lonely up here all by myself
  So I had to come down and pass around some help
  From N.W.A to whatever's next
  Make sure it says ANDRE YOUNG in bold letters on big checks
  Your shit ain't sellin? Fuck it, get Dr. Dre on it
  You got a budget? I'll get down, give me half of it
  One session, one song, I'm gone
  The first week, you hit the streets, a star is born
  to add to my universe - let me show you
  who can invade who nigga, and who can do who the worst
  Warning from the Surgeon General
  Watch out for fake hits and bullshit that sounds identical
  Pick it up, read the credits, who you thought it was?
  Twenty years in the game, with a constant buzz
  Pick a year, any year, see how hot I was
  Same shit today, and still don't give a fuck!
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Chorus 2]
  [M] Stay.. in your place
  [X] Stay in your place nigga
  [M] You can't face, what we bringin
  [X] What we bring to the game, playa
  [M] Bounce like this
  [X] Bounce
  [F] Bounce like this
  [M] Blaze your shit
  [F] Blaze your shit
  [M] And get high for meeeeeeee
  
  [Xzibit]
  Let me give y'all niggaz somethin to hold
  This product not to be sold
  Know you can't cook it over a stove
  You can flip it and come back with a mitt
  Don't make me reach through your limo tint
  I just want my twenty percent
  This is dedicated to the people that spoke too soon
  I think I'll stop shootin you niggaz and shoot for the moon
  Motherfuckers turn respect on and off like a light switch
  I'll never be seen, like Farrakhan fuckin a white bitch
  Jump I won't flinch, dump I don't miss
  X holdin this, I'm never losin faith or focus
  So say what you gotta say, every day a holiday
  We don't blow the roof, we blow the whole fuckin spot away [BOOM]
  Organize permission like, organized crime
  Organized minds, organize they nickels and dimes
  Organized vocab be organizing my rhymes
  Organizing my business and organizing my time, so turn it up
  
  [Chorus]