歌曲 | What U See Is What U Get |
歌手 | Xzibit |
专辑 | 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz |
作词 : Joiner, West | |
Speaking: | |
And so it was written, and after all these things, | |
I saw another angel come down from heaven | |
Having great power and the eath was lighted with his glory | |
And he cried mightily with the strong voice saying "babylon the great has | |
Fallen, | |
It's fallen and has become the habitation of devils | |
And the home to every fowl spirit and a cage of very unclean and hateful men" | |
What you see is what you get now | |
Xzibit never wait around for kick downs, get my own shit, blowe | |
Shot heard around the world | |
Uplift, bench press, arm curl, keep the structure of the temple | |
To make things simple my existance is to ripple through time | |
Only concern is what is mine, divine, never monkey shine | |
Walkin' down the very thin line, holdin' wait, runnin' crazy in the streets, | |
Yeah | |
Plus the company i keep work in overtime | |
While you oversleep don't wanna see none of this evil i speak | |
Around on the atlas, cume la matra, the super actress | |
You all get close-lined and pinned the mattress | |
All day, every day, every which way | |
Who said to can't have your take, you need a tune (fuck you) | |
This is a hard time on planet earth | |
For what it's worth xzibit stand station without reabilitation like this | |
Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters, | |
Gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it | |
Moving | |
What you see is what you get now | |
The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone | |
And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
What you see is what you get now | |
The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone | |
And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
And that's the real shit | |
You got more than you bargained for | |
Hit the floor i pull a fast one to let you know that today could be your last | |
One, | |
Black, take your breath like an asthma attack | |
Just a slave like flava flav, you're blind to the fact | |
Mr. x to the z the liks and king t | |
Guranteed to bring the house down naturally | |
Niggas knowin' no limits lime master p | |
Makin' you motherfuckin' bastards see, | |
What, a whole different breed of mc | |
Realize it's you against me, catch a three-hundred and sixty degree | |
Roundhouse to the mouth right | |
And like the sun, make the hot shit shine bright | |
I feelin' like my whole life is a green light never turn red | |
'cause i strike like a rattle-snake, lock like a dread | |
Niggas wanna bump heads but they better off dead | |
Came crashin' through the door like the feds, bring it | |
What you see is what you get now | |
The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone | |
And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
What you see is what you get now | |
The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone | |
And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
And that's the real shit | |
And yeah, everybody start to rush | |
Swingin' through is your friendly neighborhood lush | |
I crack your bottle than watch how xzibit bust | |
I regulate like a killer with a nickel plate | |
Uh set it straight and start to shakin' you down, breakin' new ground, | |
Construction work | |
Heavy artilary, put your dick in the dirt | |
Stay alert, the game is rough so you might get hurt | |
Slug burnt through your jacket, through your sweater, through your shirt | |
Get cut from th belly up | |
I burnt the chain fast lane, suck my sugar cane | |
I'm tryin' to spart that niggas brain while you entertain trivial things, | |
Material things, protected by the underground kings | |
Who rule the land with an iron fist | |
The "men in black", if we flash can't remember shit | |
You cross me, i'll make you pay like the government, i wanna kill sam | |
'cause my package came short 12 grames, get the picture | |
Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters, | |
Gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it | |
Moving | |
What you see is what you get now | |
The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone | |
And no matter where i roam i feel right at home, yeah, yeah | |
What you see is what you get now | |
The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone | |
And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
What you see is what you get now | |
The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone | |
And no matter where i roam i feel right at home, yeah, yeah | |
What you see is what you get now | |
The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone | |
And no matter where i roam i feel right at home |
zuò cí : Joiner, West | |
Speaking: | |
And so it was written, and after all these things, | |
I saw another angel come down from heaven | |
Having great power and the eath was lighted with his glory | |
And he cried mightily with the strong voice saying " babylon the great has | |
Fallen, | |
It' s fallen and has become the habitation of devils | |
And the home to every fowl spirit and a cage of very unclean and hateful men" | |
What you see is what you get now | |
Xzibit never wait around for kick downs, get my own shit, blowe | |
Shot heard around the world | |
Uplift, bench press, arm curl, keep the structure of the temple | |
To make things simple my existance is to ripple through time | |
Only concern is what is mine, divine, never monkey shine | |
Walkin' down the very thin line, holdin' wait, runnin' crazy in the streets, | |
Yeah | |
Plus the company i keep work in overtime | |
While you oversleep don' t wanna see none of this evil i speak | |
Around on the atlas, cume la matra, the super actress | |
You all get closelined and pinned the mattress | |
All day, every day, every which way | |
Who said to can' t have your take, you need a tune fuck you | |
This is a hard time on planet earth | |
For what it' s worth xzibit stand station without reabilitation like this | |
Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters, | |
Gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it | |
Moving | |
What you see is what you get now | |
The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
What you see is what you get now | |
The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
And that' s the real shit | |
You got more than you bargained for | |
Hit the floor i pull a fast one to let you know that today could be your last | |
One, | |
Black, take your breath like an asthma attack | |
Just a slave like flava flav, you' re blind to the fact | |
Mr. x to the z the liks and king t | |
Guranteed to bring the house down naturally | |
Niggas knowin' no limits lime master p | |
Makin' you motherfuckin' bastards see, | |
What, a whole different breed of mc | |
Realize it' s you against me, catch a threehundred and sixty degree | |
Roundhouse to the mouth right | |
And like the sun, make the hot shit shine bright | |
I feelin' like my whole life is a green light never turn red | |
' cause i strike like a rattlesnake, lock like a dread | |
Niggas wanna bump heads but they better off dead | |
Came crashin' through the door like the feds, bring it | |
What you see is what you get now | |
The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
What you see is what you get now | |
The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
And that' s the real shit | |
And yeah, everybody start to rush | |
Swingin' through is your friendly neighborhood lush | |
I crack your bottle than watch how xzibit bust | |
I regulate like a killer with a nickel plate | |
Uh set it straight and start to shakin' you down, breakin' new ground, | |
Construction work | |
Heavy artilary, put your dick in the dirt | |
Stay alert, the game is rough so you might get hurt | |
Slug burnt through your jacket, through your sweater, through your shirt | |
Get cut from th belly up | |
I burnt the chain fast lane, suck my sugar cane | |
I' m tryin' to spart that niggas brain while you entertain trivial things, | |
Material things, protected by the underground kings | |
Who rule the land with an iron fist | |
The " men in black", if we flash can' t remember shit | |
You cross me, i' ll make you pay like the government, i wanna kill sam | |
' cause my package came short 12 grames, get the picture | |
Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters, | |
Gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it | |
Moving | |
What you see is what you get now | |
The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
And no matter where i roam i feel right at home, yeah, yeah | |
What you see is what you get now | |
The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
What you see is what you get now | |
The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
And no matter where i roam i feel right at home, yeah, yeah | |
What you see is what you get now | |
The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
And no matter where i roam i feel right at home |