Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song X.O. Wit Me, artist - Above The Law. Album song Legends, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.02.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
X.O. Wit Me |
| This is an escalation, merging every corner of your mind |
| I’m with the twist of a rhyme, we outlast time |
| We got Km. |
| G in the house |
| DJ K-Oss in the house |
| Jayo Felony in the house |
| I must spit |
| Welcome to the tilt that the trues built |
| We on gold whips, with them killer lifts |
| Look here, tre swinging rag-top |
| Boy you didn’t know we was some legends like Sasquatch? |
| Dot your I’s, cross your T’s, when you see these G’s |
| We stand tall like them California palm trees |
| And everything is fine, when I roll |
| Cause I flips never slips sipping X. O… |
| I X.O. |
| before I sex-o, a pimp clinic ritual |
| Chips for the stacking, hoes wanna know what’s cracking |
| I’m in, tell them they ain’t coming through with that love potion |
| Ask me what I’m «ing, wondering, what I’m smoking |
| The bomb, more scarier than that shit hair on Sweat out your bitch due fresh out the salon |
| I can’t give it up, I love my leather and chrome |
| And my 20 inch rims, grin nigga, I’m gone yeah… |
| So now we got you hooked on X. O So high the homegirls can’t let go See the homies still fading that X. O Worldwide, Above The Law getting faded on another level |
| So now we got you hooked on X. O So high the homeboys can’t let go See the homies still fading that X. O What «X.O."What «X.O.» |
| Like I was born to be homicidal, so I let my Glock spit |
| Motherfuckers don’t wanna see this California shit |
| Who you can’t go the mile so you ganked my penitentiary style |
| That I kicked since a juvenile |
| Niggaz who be foul get touched |
| Kicking this shit with Km. |
| G and Hutch |
| Then I roll through your hood and blast such and such |
| More than your whole click with what I’m holding |
| Patrolling the block I’m from |
| If one gun aiming up, then 40 Glock’ll come |
| Rock your son then I pop you one |
| Ugh, you done, kill a bitch in the sun |
| I ain’t the one mothafucker |
| Like walking across a tiger, in a pork chop bikini nigga |
| You gon’get ate up, so you don’t wan’see me It’ll be me and a chick so if I steps in a three piece |
| It’s D-O-G see and he’ll see deceased |
| I hold more alcohol than a liquor store |
| For sure, clown these hoes at a show |
| And for sure we X. O… |
| Oh for sheezy nigga, I stay Eazy like E I got hoes making sounds like Master P «Ugh» |
| I got homies with the bomb and we still on the run |
| Yeah, hooker hit the grind and it’s tossing time |
| See I asked me homey Jayo what’s the price on the yayo |
| Yeah right, they next to Mexico, the homey from Diego |
| Get the plug on the drop, hop |
| Then my niggaz hit the club |
| Bring five of them back to kick it in the hot-tub. |
| We got the hook up from here to Okinawe |
| New and improved like the C-4 Volvo «yeah, yeah» |
| And remember one thing when you in my zone |
| Is that I still break a bitch conversating on a chipped phone |
| Cause I’m amazing like the great Houdini «ooohh weee» |
| And I be fly like that hit of ya Remi |
| Who wanna be me |
| I wanna see me when I’m on the grind |
| Cause I be straight hitting corners, X.O.'ing in the sunshine… |
| Km.G: See I can’t lose, with the shit that I use |
| 187Um: So everybody, X.O. |
| Wit Me goddizamn, who’s that knock you down the blizock right that homies |
| oh that’s the homies K-Oss, Hutch, Km. |
| G what’s up my niggaz, what’s up man |
| what’s up homey, trip, trip, trip (*Car Parked*) |