Xzibit - Loud And Clear |
Loud And Clear
feat. Butch Cassidy, Defari, King Tee) [Xzibit] Yeah.. Addicted to life, had to pay a heavySacrifice worth waitin on the platinum and ice to change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ Clear the lane, comin through like Kobe, you can't hold me I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit You can't stop me, ever since I dropped "Paparazzi" Like every idiot that can spit be droppin a hit I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic It's like tryin to squeeze water from rocks I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock Sick of niggaz screamin they hot, but really they not Beatin you all to the ground like six L.A. cops Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot and lived to tell about it, never leavin home without it, c'mon [Chorus&There's no one out there, for us, to fear I'll say it loud and clear.. Who can say they're close, to us Speak now and you'll be brought, to tears [King Tee] They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin off on Central If Trife can't cover the house, call X Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets with the rag back, lookin like life's so simple Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers The bitchMove somethin, make killers do somethin, f'real Now shit's all twisted, unlisted Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit We gifted, twenty(Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin it Standin at the bar, softBitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup "Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much!" The West and Eastside keep smokin them blunts, niggaz [Interlude&Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip Let's get with it, I was born to trip Change your spot, cause we're known to dip We ain't for games and shit No time for chasin hoes I'm on a mission cause my cash is low Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes There's no need to speak on those [Defari] There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto Pops Finnish chocoCaramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a jack Together we rise, no time for seperateness of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude of "Fuck ya" [Xzibit] Built to run forever, X the infinite Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin First line of defense to smash through the immigrants Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin Close the curtain, shut down your whole production Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best without thinkin; I mastered the art of hard drinkin I'm still fuckin with your pockets like the IRS, so yo [Butch Cassidy] Gather all around, to see how we display our vicious skills I done seen and heard, enough Let's prove the West coast is for real .. speak now and you'll be brought to tears |