Chamber Music 歌词
| 歌曲 | Chamber Music |
| 歌手 | Xzibit |
| 专辑 | 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Verse one： | |
| The official representative, lac | |
| This is phrophecy manifested by x to the z | |
| Victory, strike a b-boy stance in khaki pants | |
| Never get along like red and black ants, advance | |
| When your staring and this concrete that move like liquid | |
| Like a nigga withouth legs, i ain't tryin to kick it | |
| To much to finish, a menace, without enought time | |
| My mind only give punchline, you probably thinkin of the wrong kind | |
| Cause if it jokes, nigga know | |
| The kind that drop on your eyes, your ears, your nose, and your throat | |
| I promote self-defense not dollars and sense | |
| Kick it with scholars and pimps, you just the last part over the fence | |
| Assed out in the open, while you was hopin that xzibit was second rate | |
| But i refuse to make; just another record in the crate | |
| I think not, got bee-bops | |
| I bring it to your house like pizza | |
| "today we are on the streets of south central los angelos, a fight for | |
| Survival" | |
| "we have people that are conditioned not to expect to live past age thirty. | |
| They no longer. once they no longer care they're extremely dangerous." | |
| Verse two: | |
| Stand at attention, make sure you keep your piece clean | |
| When i release steam, police crime scenes to guillotines | |
| Hit and decapatate the bird case, featherweight | |
| Critical thinking, while you at water that concentrate | |
| Xzibit crash the gate, heavyweight, box em in | |
| Seal off the exits, then cut off your oxygen | |
| Xzibit run with a regiment of veterans | |
| I only like to come out late night, like dave letterman | |
| Time for some medicine, cause niggas bout to get sick | |
| Callin me a hater cause i don't ride dicks | |
| Read my lips, we got problems like bloods and crips | |
| Love the sound of clips when i know my shit | |
| Chamber music, this is for the ones with stone-face | |
| That catch you at the right time in the wrong place | |
| We unsafe, one-fifty-one with no chase and no ice | |
| Take away your life like three strikes | |
| Yeah, come on, chamber music | |
| Verse three: | |
| So now xzibit got a little money, i think its funny | |
| How motherfuckers think i'm supposed to cher/share like sonny | |
| Clarify, you don't work you don't eat, i repeat | |
| You don't eat you get weak, catch a fragile physique | |
| Accomplish more in one day, than you can do in a week | |
| The x-man, wolverine, one swing to make the cut clean | |
| And the wrong things manifested in flesh | |
| Fuck the game, i take the test, graduate, pass to the s-class | |
| Catch a roadrash, all you smell is hash | |
| Chronic mix, bumpin the liks | |
| And dick you like a hebron fix | |
| Bear-arm from here to a hundred-tweny meters | |
| Get black-walled, modern day lee harvey oswald | |
| The assassin, brother who came blastin | |
| Take it without askin, rappers is all fashion | |
| Xzibit keep mashing through | |
| Got any lost words? i got two | |
| Drive up, on you like that! | |
| Once again chamber music, what what, yeah, what the deal? it's xzibit. | |
| Get on the ground, get on the ground! hands on the back of your head, don' | |
| Move don't move! get on the ground! * beat to fade * |
| Verse one: | |
| The official representative, lac | |
| This is phrophecy manifested by x to the z | |
| Victory, strike a bboy stance in khaki pants | |
| Never get along like red and black ants, advance | |
| When your staring and this concrete that move like liquid | |
| Like a nigga withouth legs, i ain' t tryin to kick it | |
| To much to finish, a menace, without enought time | |
| My mind only give punchline, you probably thinkin of the wrong kind | |
| Cause if it jokes, nigga know | |
| The kind that drop on your eyes, your ears, your nose, and your throat | |
| I promote selfdefense not dollars and sense | |
| Kick it with scholars and pimps, you just the last part over the fence | |
| Assed out in the open, while you was hopin that xzibit was second rate | |
| But i refuse to make just another record in the crate | |
| I think not, got beebops | |
| I bring it to your house like pizza | |
| " today we are on the streets of south central los angelos, a fight for | |
| Survival" | |
| " we have people that are conditioned not to expect to live past age thirty. | |
| They no longer. once they no longer care they' re extremely dangerous." | |
| Verse two: | |
| Stand at attention, make sure you keep your piece clean | |
| When i release steam, police crime scenes to guillotines | |
| Hit and decapatate the bird case, featherweight | |
| Critical thinking, while you at water that concentrate | |
| Xzibit crash the gate, heavyweight, box em in | |
| Seal off the exits, then cut off your oxygen | |
| Xzibit run with a regiment of veterans | |
| I only like to come out late night, like dave letterman | |
| Time for some medicine, cause niggas bout to get sick | |
| Callin me a hater cause i don' t ride dicks | |
| Read my lips, we got problems like bloods and crips | |
| Love the sound of clips when i know my shit | |
| Chamber music, this is for the ones with stoneface | |
| That catch you at the right time in the wrong place | |
| We unsafe, onefiftyone with no chase and no ice | |
| Take away your life like three strikes | |
| Yeah, come on, chamber music | |
| Verse three: | |
| So now xzibit got a little money, i think its funny | |
| How motherfuckers think i' m supposed to cher share like sonny | |
| Clarify, you don' t work you don' t eat, i repeat | |
| You don' t eat you get weak, catch a fragile physique | |
| Accomplish more in one day, than you can do in a week | |
| The xman, wolverine, one swing to make the cut clean | |
| And the wrong things manifested in flesh | |
| Fuck the game, i take the test, graduate, pass to the sclass | |
| Catch a roadrash, all you smell is hash | |
| Chronic mix, bumpin the liks | |
| And dick you like a hebron fix | |
| Beararm from here to a hundredtweny meters | |
| Get blackwalled, modern day lee harvey oswald | |
| The assassin, brother who came blastin | |
| Take it without askin, rappers is all fashion | |
| Xzibit keep mashing through | |
| Got any lost words? i got two | |
| Drive up, on you like that! | |
| Once again chamber music, what what, yeah, what the deal? it' s xzibit. | |
| Get on the ground, get on the ground! hands on the back of your head, don' | |
| Move don' t move! get on the ground! beat to fade |
| Verse one: | |
| The official representative, lac | |
| This is phrophecy manifested by x to the z | |
| Victory, strike a bboy stance in khaki pants | |
| Never get along like red and black ants, advance | |
| When your staring and this concrete that move like liquid | |
| Like a nigga withouth legs, i ain' t tryin to kick it | |
| To much to finish, a menace, without enought time | |
| My mind only give punchline, you probably thinkin of the wrong kind | |
| Cause if it jokes, nigga know | |
| The kind that drop on your eyes, your ears, your nose, and your throat | |
| I promote selfdefense not dollars and sense | |
| Kick it with scholars and pimps, you just the last part over the fence | |
| Assed out in the open, while you was hopin that xzibit was second rate | |
| But i refuse to make just another record in the crate | |
| I think not, got beebops | |
| I bring it to your house like pizza | |
| " today we are on the streets of south central los angelos, a fight for | |
| Survival" | |
| " we have people that are conditioned not to expect to live past age thirty. | |
| They no longer. once they no longer care they' re extremely dangerous." | |
| Verse two: | |
| Stand at attention, make sure you keep your piece clean | |
| When i release steam, police crime scenes to guillotines | |
| Hit and decapatate the bird case, featherweight | |
| Critical thinking, while you at water that concentrate | |
| Xzibit crash the gate, heavyweight, box em in | |
| Seal off the exits, then cut off your oxygen | |
| Xzibit run with a regiment of veterans | |
| I only like to come out late night, like dave letterman | |
| Time for some medicine, cause niggas bout to get sick | |
| Callin me a hater cause i don' t ride dicks | |
| Read my lips, we got problems like bloods and crips | |
| Love the sound of clips when i know my shit | |
| Chamber music, this is for the ones with stoneface | |
| That catch you at the right time in the wrong place | |
| We unsafe, onefiftyone with no chase and no ice | |
| Take away your life like three strikes | |
| Yeah, come on, chamber music | |
| Verse three: | |
| So now xzibit got a little money, i think its funny | |
| How motherfuckers think i' m supposed to cher share like sonny | |
| Clarify, you don' t work you don' t eat, i repeat | |
| You don' t eat you get weak, catch a fragile physique | |
| Accomplish more in one day, than you can do in a week | |
| The xman, wolverine, one swing to make the cut clean | |
| And the wrong things manifested in flesh | |
| Fuck the game, i take the test, graduate, pass to the sclass | |
| Catch a roadrash, all you smell is hash | |
| Chronic mix, bumpin the liks | |
| And dick you like a hebron fix | |
| Beararm from here to a hundredtweny meters | |
| Get blackwalled, modern day lee harvey oswald | |
| The assassin, brother who came blastin | |
| Take it without askin, rappers is all fashion | |
| Xzibit keep mashing through | |
| Got any lost words? i got two | |
| Drive up, on you like that! | |
| Once again chamber music, what what, yeah, what the deal? it' s xzibit. | |
| Get on the ground, get on the ground! hands on the back of your head, don' | |
| Move don' t move! get on the ground! beat to fade |
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