Tytuł: Game face

• Wykonawca: Xzibit
• Wyświetleń: 396

I don't fuck around I'll break you down in the hours of H
   All these L.A times motherfucka's keepin the pace
   No need to pull strings things still get done
   To have you yellin at the top of yo lungs
   So Xzibit never speak wit a false tounge
   Slid off like a handgun
   Tryin to build an empire to pass to my grandson
   I never like to talk business over the phone
   So either have love for the game or leave it alone
   Plus action speak louder than words
   And pussy move faster than birds
   So I gotta keep a gameface
   On the street you slip, and you might catch a hot one
   Xzibit stay low and kick back like a shotgun
   I keep it bangin to the end of the line
   When a rapper think his saggin style is fuckin with mine, it's divine
   Cuz my family is harder than bricks
   Anything to keep it movin cuz it's harder to hit
  
   Chorus:
   (Ras Kass)
   Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine
   Keep it movin to the end of the line
   And action speak louder than words
   And pussy move faster than birds
   Gotta keep a gameface
   (Xzibit)
   Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine
   Keep it movin to the end of the line
   And action speak louder than words
   And pussy move faster than birds
   Gotta keep a gameface
  
   Verse 2: Ras Kass
   Men must be either tramp or the crutch
   To regulate, relegate, delegate power, nigga touch something
   Trust no one and die dumping
   Drained ya battery you barely talking like Teddy Ruxpin
   See that's wassup, nigga I don't give a fuck
   Say some shit so nasty, it'll make Little Kim blush
   As if, a 98 bentley didn't tempt me
   To lay bullshit over this empty
   But consequently my conscience wouldn't permit me
   I'm one-third black man, one-third Jackie Chan
   One-third sand, shiftin across the surface of the land
   Golden State Warrior let my nuts hang like niggas in nooses
   While you givin groupies all your loochie
   I'm known for fucking hoochies in suskis
   And slippin ???????
   Loved and feared, severe yet loved
   The full time titan fighting three million over night thugs
   So keep your, hand out your rectum 'cause you can't stop shit
   Don't rock shit, studio hustlers
   claimin' they got more keys than a locksmith
   What part of the game is this
   Bonus Round, give me the mic, the money
   The pussy in that order, the mortar over populated
   get fucked and orally copulated
   And all you chumps on some you owe me an apology shit
   can suck yo apology out my dick
  
   Chorus:
  
   Verse 3:
   (Ras Kass)
   This is for the black niggas, the yak sippers
   The part time strippers,slash full time student,and fifty buck slippers
   I got athletes feet,we run these contrete streets
   Sporting cleets, ain't nothing sweet
   (Xzibit)
   I'm making rappers get they shit together
   Still smokin, still drinkin, still maintain clear thinkin
   Everyday is the weekend, mashin thru in a lincoln
   And style so sick, the whole car start stinking
  
   Chorus: