Ok, alright, alright. You got me up? Is the Mic On?
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Yeah. I pledge allegiance to the un-united streets of Los Angeles
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Check this shit out, yeah yeah...Come on, Ha!
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You thought I was about to start right there right?
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Y'all motherfuckers turn this shit up, it's X to the motherfucking Z
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Yeah...Ha, welcome to my planet..
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[Verse 1]
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Some things money just can't buy
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From what I seen now that's a God damn lie
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Been involved in some other shit, ran from the government
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Landed the mother ship, thanks for the ride
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My niggaz still bang like the wrath of Cain
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Fast lane, smack ya bodyguard and take ya chain
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And it's all in another day's work for me
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I spit the truth, the truth gone set y'all free SO-
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What's my anti-drug? Drugs!
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Anti-drugs is when I can't get none, for fun
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I drop flows, punk the punk rappers
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Load clips for nines and clap with gun clappers
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Listen, too many motherfucking cooks in ya kitchen
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Missin' the most important part of life 'cause you bitchin'
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Bitchin' so much you should tuck ya nuts
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And dick between ya thighs and color your eyes
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And wax your legs and buy some bras and thongs
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And go crazy in the nightclub for sisqo's songs
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You a hook motherfucker with the Jordache look
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Bring lead with ya heat so the beef can cook
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[Chorus: Xzibit]
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Who's sticking to the script like pistol grip?
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Xzibit, tradition of X-cellence
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Hit 'em up, this westside G.S.B
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Openbar all night drinks for free
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Victory 'cause we make history
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niggaz actually have the audacity
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We the shit from the get and we set to win
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Straight hard on a bitch y'all sensitive
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[singing]
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My life, my world, X to the Z
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The streets done took so much from me
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Fuck what you heard this is realityyyyy
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I close my eyes and pray just to see
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Another day I live to breathe
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My life, my world, this is realityyyyy
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(Yeah, Welcome to my planet)
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[Verse 2]
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I done had sleep for dinner, natural born sinner
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Watched fiends suck crack through car antennas
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Now that we winning motherfuckers aim to get us
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The game is vicious constant hostile conditions
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For the times I dropped Jewels and nobody would listen (nope)
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A new position, got a couple of pots to piss in
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Got the aim of Oswald nigga I ain't missin'
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If everybody eating' who the fuck gone clean the kitchen
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I got vision, and a real deep suspicion
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About a lot of rappers reps and they street conditions
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Everybody got bricks of yay, claim they do crimes that pay
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And tell you that it paved the way (BULLSHIT!)
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Well only a few niggaz really came up this way
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With gunplay day-to-day quick to blow you away
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Trying to sound like snoop, trying to ball like Dre
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I just think you mutherfuckers ain't got shit to say
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[Chorus: Xzibit]
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Who's sticking to the script like pistol grip?
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Xzibit, tradition of X-cellence
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Hit 'em up, this westside G.S.B
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Openbar all night drinks for free
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Victory 'cause we make history
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niggaz actually have the audasity
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We the shit from the get and we set to win
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Straight hard on a bitch y'all sensative
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[singing]
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My life, my world, X to the Z
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The streets done took so much from me
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Fuck what you heard this is realityyyyy
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I close my eyes and pray just to see
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Another day I live to breathe
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My life, my world, this is realityyyyy
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(Yeah, Welcome to my planet)
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My Life, My World
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| Xzibit |
