Xzibit - Don't Approach Me |
Don't Approach Me
Pssh, man I need a lighter man Right here What's crackin? Hit this shit Yeahhh, whassup Slim? Psh, is that right? Ssshhit I almost hit this motherfucker today What is it with mother fuckers thinkin that? They can do or say whatever they want to us And that we won't retaliate Protect my mother fuckin self, by ANY Right? Means, necessary Cause you don't know me, I don't know you So don't approach me, I won't approach you And don't insult me, I won't insult you Cause you don't know what I will or I won't do Being underrated gave me time to create it Make no mistake; I'm the Golden State heavyweight Can you relate? I renovate, straight out the gate Carried my weight, but seem to receive nothin but hate Millionaires snatchin crumbs off my little son plate No hoes, no clothes, no one showin up for my shows Kidnapped, locked in a trunk, get shot in the face But my baby momma hates my guts and can't stand me (yeah) You know how it goes; I might as well kick it at home Packed up, moved out, started a new family So all this strugglin for what, so I can blow up Marry a slut but can't watch my seed grow up? For tryin to edutain assholes and feed my bitch Fuck that, this the fuckin thanks I get Yo I feel like my whole life is upside down (upside down) It's like Cause you seein more support than I'm seein my child Everyday I wake up, another drama It's a wonder I'm alive, survivin this karma If I can hold on to my private life for five minutes longer I might get my wife to let go of this knife and just calm her Without these cameras in our faces like animals For your Channel 2 Action News to follow our ambulance up the avenue And catch a glimpse of all the suicide attempts And you wonder why I carry every gun under the sun And what we do in private since they won't let us put up a fence Whether it's unloaded full or an unknown bullet, you're so full of shit This clip is so full it'll spit if I don't pull it And don't give me no bullshit I'm not in the mood I just got in a feud in some parkin lot with a dude Over Kim and she just slit both of her wrists over the shit Don't tell me bout the show business shit I know what this is, bitch This ain't business, this is personal BITCH You don't know Xzibit from shit, new school, class dismissed I had a very fucked up day, I'm needin this fit Shuttin mother fuckers up like they pleadin the 5th Time for everybody to feel it, similar to the egg in the skillet Yo Em it's time to get serious with it (yeah) This is your brain on drugs, Xzibit brain on thugs Ain't no neighborhood that's big enough to bang on us? Ain't no love lost my niggaz, relax yourself I'm about to snatch it all and start spreadin the wealth To my niggaz who never seen it I mean it when I holla At the top of my lungs about my guns and my loved ones Got, tons of ammo to crack your enamel Changin your channel, you played like a fuckin piano Ridin slow through Cali like I'm ridin a camel Millionaire mother fuckers with their brains in their flannels Just hit me on my tele' nigga soon as I touch down I feel like, Tony Soprano, who do I trust now? Big behind bitches gettin dick to spit shine Spit lines to split spines just to get mine Sniff lines of coke, that's the only shit that make you dope Bitch get choked out and beat, put your head in a vise and turn till you mother fuckers tell me the right shit So do I gotta buy a whole block to myself? A front door with twelve locks And have a bodyguard walk me out to my mailbox And every time somebody makes a threat, run and tell cops? Fuck that, I protect myself with these twelve shots And one in the chamber, gun in the waist Tryin to walk up and knock like these cocksuckers are not And one in the ankle, waitin for someone to come to my place Gonna get a shotgun or a glock shoved in their face? And it's a disgrace Hailey can't play with her toys In the front yard without you drivin by honkin your horn Screamin some shit, leanin out your windows, beepin shit Or pullin up in my drive like I won't leap in your whip And so these kids tell their friends and relatives where I live So my address ends up on the internet again So then, I do an interview with Spin, tellin them That if someone comes to my crib, I'm a shove a gun in their ribs And reporters, blow it out of proportion Just for tryin to stand on his porch" "Oh, now he's pullin guns on his fans And I'm the bad guy, cause I don't answer my door like "Hey hi! You guys want some autographs? Okay, form a straight line!" Sometimes I feel like loadin this rifle And climbin the roof at night and hidin outside to snipe you It's not that I don't like you It's just that I'm not behind the mic I'm a person who's just like you. |