作词 : Joiner, Thomas | |
[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 acting off of the fifth? Ridiculous shit | |
We don't need conversation, just crowd participation | |
If you here on vacation we got, rules and regulations | |
Separate myself from y'all, segregation | |
Trying 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 manhandling 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 | |
[Hook - 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 speaking, 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 selling? 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! | |
[Hook] | |
[Hook 2] | |
[M] Stay.. in your place [X] Stay in your place nigga | |
[M] You can't face, what we bringing | |
[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 niggas something 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 shooting you niggas and shoot for the moon | |
Motherfuckers turn respect on and off like a light switch | |
I'll never be seen, like Farrakhan fucking a white bitch | |
Jump I won't flinch, dump I don't miss | |
X holding this, I'm never losing faith or focus | |
So say what you gotta say, every day a holiday | |
We don't blow the roof, we blow the whole fucking 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 | |
[Hook] |
zuo ci : Joiner, Thomas | |
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 acting off of the fifth? Ridiculous shit | |
We don' t need conversation, just crowd participation | |
If you here on vacation we got, rules and regulations | |
Separate myself from y' all, segregation | |
Trying 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 manhandling 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 | |
Hook 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 speaking, 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 selling? 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! | |
Hook | |
Hook 2 | |
M Stay.. in your place X Stay in your place nigga | |
M You can' t face, what we bringing | |
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 niggas something 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 shooting you niggas and shoot for the moon | |
Motherfuckers turn respect on and off like a light switch | |
I' ll never be seen, like Farrakhan fucking a white bitch | |
Jump I won' t flinch, dump I don' t miss | |
X holding this, I' m never losing faith or focus | |
So say what you gotta say, every day a holiday | |
We don' t blow the roof, we blow the whole fucking 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 | |
Hook |
zuò cí : Joiner, Thomas | |
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 acting off of the fifth? Ridiculous shit | |
We don' t need conversation, just crowd participation | |
If you here on vacation we got, rules and regulations | |
Separate myself from y' all, segregation | |
Trying 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 manhandling 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 | |
Hook 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 speaking, 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 selling? 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! | |
Hook | |
Hook 2 | |
M Stay.. in your place X Stay in your place nigga | |
M You can' t face, what we bringing | |
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 niggas something 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 shooting you niggas and shoot for the moon | |
Motherfuckers turn respect on and off like a light switch | |
I' ll never be seen, like Farrakhan fucking a white bitch | |
Jump I won' t flinch, dump I don' t miss | |
X holding this, I' m never losing faith or focus | |
So say what you gotta say, every day a holiday | |
We don' t blow the roof, we blow the whole fucking 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 | |
Hook |