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Xzibit - The Gambler lyrics
[Xzibit] Yeah.. welcome.. yeah.. huh.. there's plenty of room for everybody man.. yeah.. bangin.. come on.. yeah.. look.. [Xzibit] Huh, Stay in my lane like a hustla Never hate a motherfucker,tolerate a motherfucker To a certain extent When it's on, it's over Don't get no chance to get popping Forgotten about you before your body cold in a coffin Just another failed attempt, you fall through the cracks Sure as God made man, the first man was Black The Black man made pyramids and gangsta rap That's all I know, cuz poppa didn't raise no rats Face the facts not the fiction I Build my empire from a pocket full of stones And a fifth of ambition Niggas wanna ball but they never wanna listen so instead of coming up, they just, come up missin My mission is to hit with precision, shake whole continents Crush niggas' confidence, expose my dominance Without no conflict, you'll never have progress I'm sending this one out to all the neighborhoods and projects, I'm a [Chorus - A.H. singing (Xzibit)] One shot gambler (Yeah) Two shot gambler (Come on) Three-time felon with that itch for dough These madd street (Whuttup) Got me puffin on dro' I'm guilty (What) Tryna make a living (Work it) Thirty-eight albums and still no dollars (Come on) And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo'? (Yeah) These madd street (Uh) Got me puffin on dro' (Uh) I'm guilty .. For tryna make a living [Xzibit] Bitch I ain't tryna holler at you (nah) I'm just wanna drink, smoke, fuck and toss a couple dollars at you I'm fightin dirty, I'll take thirty of you motherfuckers I'm throwing cheapshots, low-blows and suckerpunches I'm not for the games, I'm not in the mood Not to be confused with dudes that fumble and lose Xzibit move when I hear oppurtunity knockin But I'ma shoot straight through the door if you comin with problems It's too crowded at the bottom, too lonely at the top Ain't no inbetween, trust me, like it or not We gon' be here forever like cops and roaches Do not approach us, ferocious, we pop them toasters, nigga [Interlude - A.H. (X)] I'ma have to hit the block, then around to my hoes I got a haze, two trays, and a change of clothes, cuz Pimpin' ain't easy y'all,it's too sleazy Too greasy, and I can't take it easy! [Chorus] [Xzibit] Everytime I try to get out I get dragged right the fuck back in, it's like I'm never gon' win Nigga got the whole world on his back Overeact, matter fact we act like when animals attack I know, pussy sells faster than crack, ambassador rap Twist back your salary cap, who fuckin with that? Welcome to the X games, enjoy my pain Inhale my smoke, it's hard not to cough or choke Motorola nigga up the old fashion way This ain't rap, this is shit that I was born to say Though lately I been having dillemas, with insignificant niggas And half-ass rappers that think they can get it We the Golden State, we keep the whole thing bouncing Y'all move units, we move mountains Y'all rap for bullshit, tryna be on T.V. We seen you, now we don't like Chandra Levy, I'ma [Chorus] |
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