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Xzibit - Right On lyrics
Yeah, ha Ladies and gentlemen (Ha, Yeah) You got money and then bitches Power.. Ya had it, ya lost it Ya leased it, ya flossed it Business fell through now ya comin up off it He bought it, he rolled it He passed it, you smoked it Now ya fucked up off some weed mixed wit coke shit Ya love her, ya hate her Ya fucked her, ya raped her Twenty-five to life cuz ya can't control ya anger Its heavy, its deep Its solid, its weak Things people say about ya records in the streets (Check it) Be careful what ya wish for Ya fuck around and get it I did it got in it Spit it and didnt waste a minute So where my niggas at? What part of the game is that? I paid my dues now nobody tryin to pay me back And if they did i would probably have as much as shaq My life is the movie so listen to the soundtrack This what its all about You better stall me out And feel the aim of the name you niggas callin out [Chorus] If you feelin how im feelin And you ready and willin to come to the table I put it together who doin it better Come bounce with me (Come on) You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!) Take em out! If you movin how im movin And you chosen and proven So lose the illusion The top guns cue the confusion Come bounce with me (Come on!) You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!) Take em out! I'm tired, I'm hungry You're lazy, disgusting You're lay around my house and ya never do nothing I seen it, believed it Planned it, conceived it Missed me with the bullshit bitch I dont need it I cheated, you cheated We cheated, so beat it Eat it like a dick bitch you too conceited I broke it, replaced it I slammed it, I chased it Hands in the air if ya love gettin wasted baby! You never seen us before You betta come and get it You with it im with it I'm busy baby you fuckin with it Is it your place or mind Dont wanna waste your time And you can get it how you want it it'll blow ya mind Its over time Takin pride in the bump and grind A hit from behind to leave you with a broken spine This what its all about You better stall me out Its just the game of the name you bitches callin out [Chorus] Pop it, drink it Float it, sink it Plan to stop me then you better rethink it Drive it, use it Pimp it, abuse it Shit motherfuckers do to hip-hop music I live it, I die it I'm laughin, I'm cryin Pop two of these bitch, lets start flying I hear it, I taste it I touched it, I faced it Breakin down the bullshit back to the basics I had to kick in the door Thats how I had to get it I shitted with lyrics And getting better for fuckin credit Gettin gangsta with it The best that ever did it Hit it and quit it my nigga You shouldnt babysit it We need more emcees and less wannabes Three hundred and sixty degrees of reality Thats what its all about Kill em and haul em out Now feel the aim of the name you haters callin out [Chorus] |
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