作词 : Joiner, Young | |
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] |
zuo ci : Joiner, Young | |
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, sixshooter 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 headon 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 dodoubleg | |
Dre, 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 |
zuò cí : Joiner, Young | |
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, sixshooter 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 headon 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 dodoubleg | |
Dre, 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 |