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