Xzibit lyrics
Xzibit lyrics
"Ride Or Die lyrics"
Getting Me Nowhere lyrics
How do I feel? I can't explain I never knew what's going on In my mind there's a voice That's telling me the meaning of life The heat makes me sick I gotta stay I check the pain that can't be found Theres comes the moment that never lasts I fasten my seatbelts but I don't care I am the one to blame I'm like an endless pain But
(feat. Tone)How do I feel? I can't explain I never knew what's going on In my mind there's a voice That's telling me the meaning of life The heat makes me sick I gotta stay I check the pain that can't be found Theres comes the moment that never lasts I fasten my seatbelts but I don't care I am the one to blame I'm like an endless pain But
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We just ride and get high, 'til the sun cracks the sky
Keep that heat by my side, that's how gangsters get by
Cause it's an eye for an eye, when I bust you that's fly
My gun never been shy, that's how gangsters get by
It's either ride or die...
[Verse 1: Xzibit]
... we just boogy, advance
The rubber band stack thick in my pants
Real gangsters make plots and plans and touch dirt
Only prayin for the day when they can wash they hands
Real gangsters leave nothin to chance at first glance
If it ain't a sho' thing then you bet' not swing
Real gangsters keep that Cutlass clean, keep the monsters mean<
Maybe It Was Memphis lyrics
Lookin' at you through a misty moonlight Katydid sing like a symphony Porch swing swayin' like a Tennessee lullaby Melody blowing through athe willow tree What was I supposed to do Standin' there lookin' at you A lonely boy far from home Maybe it was Memphis Maybe it was southern summer nights Maybe it was you maybe
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And when you dump it drop it right at the sceneLookin' at you through a misty moonlight Katydid sing like a symphony Porch swing swayin' like a Tennessee lullaby Melody blowing through athe willow tree What was I supposed to do Standin' there lookin' at you A lonely boy far from home Maybe it was Memphis Maybe it was southern summer nights Maybe it was you maybe
Real gangsters got a gangsta lean
You might not talk red, black, or blue but everybody talk green
Glance to my left look over my right shoulder
Livin life in my rearview, FUCK stayin sober
Forget back I sit back and wait for the click-clack
Real gangsters want real spit so I spit that
Real gangsters don't even say it
They just hit the trunk cock it and spray it
Light up your Christmas! Yeah!
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[Verse 2: Xzibit]
... and don't slip up
It's way too late when the bodybags zip up
Real gangsters pray for they soul when they get up
You live by the gun but you'll die by that hit up
you had my heart from the start i must have been high that day all you do is lie cause you've got nothing else to say like i said before i don't need you anymore all you've done is caused me harm this is it it's the alarm i see you come i see you go you've got nothing to hide nothing to show i see you here with that look a
in a spot where the cops can't dig up
Real gangsters ain't just thugs in bandanas
Slugs and big cannons, drugs and big hammers
Real gangsters open up ya minds and expand 'em
Why was Tupac really spittin at the cameras?
Cause real gangsters get no peace, they want us six feet deep
or locked down in the belly of the beast
Real gangsters make bread, rise like yeast
Won't hesitate to put hot chrome to ya teeth
So fuck beef! Real gangsters load heat
When ya see 'em in the street better call the police, c'mon
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[Verse 3: Tone]
... syndrome is a fear
that inner-city residents have of they
Rip Down lyrics
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni Rip down up and down The night kept coming in There was nothing I could do To stop your suffering Well it hardly does you fair Headlines made from potty chairs So rip down up and down The night kept coming in Last chance buddy, your last chance No re-runs just this performance I was wounded, she was beauti
own peersAdam Ant/Marco Pirroni Rip down up and down The night kept coming in There was nothing I could do To stop your suffering Well it hardly does you fair Headlines made from potty chairs So rip down up and down The night kept coming in Last chance buddy, your last chance No re-runs just this performance I was wounded, she was beauti
People in they own community
usin a case where two blacks got smoked by one in '93
And ain't now nigga be the murder case
Usin and servin survival shit as a defense plea
In Cali big knot (knot)
The judicial system out here'll have you level fo' 'til you rot
It's because of the system we violence stricken
Forced to frequent the zone when the reefer's driftin
And it's hella drift cause in Southeast Danglewood
Damn near, 30 years of Bloodin and Crippin
And we inflicted with a disease mo' trip than an H-I-V
Can't nuthin protect you from a hundred, drummer 2-2-3's
You can call the police
Wear a V-E-S-T but forget about safety
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