Xzibit - In My Face |
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In My Face
Oooooh...do re mi [xzibit] Fa so la ti do yeahIm doin vocals Intimateturn the music up, yeah cmon! {beat starts... Yeah! cmon in, yeah welcome Haa! yeah! yeah!! Uhh, ya undastand me? Hey yoooooouu... dj motherfuckin quik, yeah You know me, x to the z, yeah (arah!) Ahh, it dont stop, huhh yeah Some new shit, come on... We just want you to bounce to This shit for a minute, yeah Aint no rush...relax yourself... Relieve your stress, here we go Yes... Bounce, come on bounce, come on boooounce...{repeat Put your pussy in my faaaace... And let me lick you till i Feel the taaaaste... [xzibit] (verse one) {1:56 I am the master of the ceremony So my territory be off limits to gimmicks And niggas with wack lyrics And tracks that lack spirits So pop your collar (pop your collar!) Fuck a dollar, Im at ya tough and hard to swallow Hard act to follow never the role model the what not Set up shots slipknot my way to the top, pa Then changed the direction of it (yeah) From the niggas that hate it to niggas that love it What choo want from it A reputation a luxurious life Maybe find you a hoe that you could transform into a house wife You loose stripes when you recite thru your wind pipes With action cameras and lights and your shit aint tight Its on on sight thug rugged the love of it (yeah) Push it shlingdit shove it in the vein we dope Remain with smoke, remote with tash and ras kass Six months of full blast bitch, gimme dat ass!...ha ha Put your pussy in my faaace...and ill (let me lick you laaady) Lick you till I feel the taaaste... (would you, would you) { Feel the taste... Feel the taste...of lovin you Feel the taste... Feel the taste...of lovin you [hi Im a royalty check cashin Coup deville smashin, pretty titty assassin Lookin for some action If you want compassion, Ill be pussy basshin Baby hit me up like yo, what the fuck happened? was it somethin I did? was it my three kids? You dont love me no more, was it the wave or the wig? Im tryna be nice, so Im sittin there thinkin But I had to tell the bitch baby your breath be stinkin (ha ha) Niggas, spendin they last, tryna hustle for ass You bought a cadillac truck, but you cant buy gas Insurance is a bitch, I hope you dont crash But when you do, let me buy them rims and slap em on my jag When it come to fasion, dont make me start flashin Break a bitch off, and have that whole tire slashin Im leather, youre leather, together we be clashin Quik! hit em with the chorus, homie start bashin! Put your pussy in my faaace...and ill (let me lick you laaady) Lick you till I feel the taaaste... (would you, would you) { Feel the taste... Feel the taste...of lovin you Feel the taste...of lovin youFeel the taste... |
