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Xzibit - Los Angeles Times lyrics
At this time, please extinguish all smoking materials Return all seat backs, and tray tables to their most upright, and long position Also at this time please take care to fasten your seatbelt Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A. Chorus: Xzibit Welcome to L.A. Where you can see the whole city burning Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving and your kids ain't learning shit, except this Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else (repeat 2X except last line) Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times Verse One: Xzibit MC's get fucked up, chopped like Braveheart Don't start what you can't finish, serious bidness Down La Seneca to bust a left on Venice where you can find me and mines -- Los Angeles Times Welcome to L.A. Where every other day I'm taking the hat off my head Givin respect to the dead, and avoid havin the same thing said about me, Xzibit stand underground like the roots of a tree, watered three times a day Forty ounce Olde E, like a magnifying glass making it easier to see, the Mister X to the Z Don't peak, L.A., why test without vest-es stop lead projectile, Apocalypse Now Love Allah not new car, faggot, superstar type of cat, fuck that, mash away in a diamond-white Concourse 'Llac Still black so the one-time react as if under attack Ain't nothin changed but district range, feel no pain Mr. Big Bad Insane Black John McClane with liquor on the brain, down to earth like dirt From the city where niggaz known for puttin in work Chorus Verse Two: Xzibit Welcome to L.A. If hand determine dick size, I'm palmin the Earth Select turf, then plant bad seed and give birth And make the hard work look easy fuh sheezee Leavin you and your best man, stiffer than mannequins Enough to break the skin on a Vietnam leatherneck Marine drill sargeant, you nothin but a target (pow!) Charge it to the game, gotta look beyond the brand name Comin from the guts like I slammed down twenty cups of Hennesey straight, relate feel my hate Xzibit flippin through these bitches like DJ trait Translate to left field, only real niggaz follow Bitches suck and swallow, I'm livin life behind the bottle Never the role model, still shinin like a new automobile Flow six-fo', you can't steal cause I got a kill switch with a itch for the action While other rappers use mass weapons of destruction to sell they shit Chorus Verse Three: Xzibit El ve-te-rano, you can only pray to learn what I know Ride slow across the horizon a lone desperado Comin through the door bringin nothin but hits Sometimes I feel like a matador, lookin at this bullshit Niggaz pull rent from the crack of they ass Maintain do your thang this too shall pass I season beef with lead pieces then cook it with gas I'm from the school of hard knocks way ahead in the class Xzibit hard to get through, like bulletproof glass Break it down like Johnny Cochran then mix it with hash Your defense can't last against advanced prosecution Hit the airwaves like pollution -- hey, here's a solution Take a trip to Washington then burn the Constitution Top government officials locked down for prostitution Recruitin the hard rocks mean streets keep producin The world is a riot shit is mine for the lootin Chorus Everyone's got to make a living (2X) Chorus Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A |
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