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Xzibit - U Know lyrics
feat. Dr. Dre) [Xzibit] Most niggaz get it confused right? Huh They think it's all chronic and palm trees out this muh'fucka Bitches and bikinis, listen, huh Some niggaz is better left alone I place you underneath the very ground you walkin on And ain't no children in this motherfucker, drop your tone Ain't got no business even FUCKIN with no microphones So yo it's me against the world, and ain't got shit to lose My heavy artillery built to make the masses move I carry tools that'll pick you up and out your shoes Xzibit bringin new meanin to alcohol abuse I wanna fall up in the spot where all the bitches at Holdin somethin heavy to help you straighten out your back A couple of drinks and I bend you over the kitchen sink So what you think I owe you somethin bitch for fuckin me? (BITCH) Get a grip, misery love company, check it Xzibit show you the difference between real life and makin a record Makin the moves and connections that you never expected What good is money and the fame if you never respected? Check it out [Chorus] You know, who's runnin these fuckin streets (You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga) Don't be actin like your shit don't stink (c'mon) Y'all ain't fuckin with X You know, we roll so fuckin deep (Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggaz) Cause you're actin like your shit don't stink [Xzibit] Yo, I ain't afraid of them fuckin invisible gats you always bringin out in your raps My shit'll quickly make you fold and collapse My goal to strictly takin over the map, by any means Hustle and make more tracks than a her-on fiend Keep my enemies on a first name basis and hate them niggaz like a skinhead racist Chuck Taylors and fat laces Stompin hoes through y'all turf I hurt worse than actual childbirth A chick can suck my dick til the big squirt (AH-AHH!) The song work, so ain't no playin wit us Findin out where you rest your head and I'm sprayin it up The remains that's left behind can probably fit in a cup You pressin your luck, you makin yourselves easy to touch I'm from the home of the hit 'em up, only two ways You droppin some shells or you get 'em up, back in the days there was a time there was this woman that I want to keep up but nowadays when I see you I'm just tryin to fuck so check it out [Chorus] You know, who's runnin these fuckin streets (The king of these West coast gangsta beats, niggaz) Always droppin off nothin but straight heat so stay the fuck out of the way You know, we roll so fuckin deep (Round after round in the middle of the street niggaz) Cause you're actin like your shit don't stink Y'all ain't fuckin with Dre [Dr. Dre] Thangs just ain't the same since he came out Two thousand and one, came blew the game out I heard you was hot {*huff*} blew your flame out And got the nerve to believe you hold the same clout? I thought I told you, keep my name out of your fuckin mouth (But Dr. Dre!) See that's exactly what I'm talkin bout That shit right there, that's all day long Just don't stop, I gots to be alone at the top Forever ready loaded and locked, with niggaz that'll circle yo' block and let 'em pop til some bodies get dropped It's Doc Holiday in the flesh (Still) hold it down, represent, resurrect the West (Still) holdin ground, touchin down, with my nigga X (Still) send a couple through yo' chest if you disrespect Dr. Dre comin back (shit) I never left The number one ranked highest paid celebrity guest That's eight digits, motherfuckers [Chorus] You know, who's runnin these fuckin streets (You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga) Don't be actin like your shit don't stink (c'mon) Y'all ain't fuckin with X You know, we roll so fuckin deep (Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggaz) Cause you're actin like your shit don't stink (YO) Y'all ain't fuckin with X |
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