| When it comes to shit like this
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| I always get it right the first time
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| playa haters and snakes
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| waitin’for mistakes
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| But that’s the breaks the highs and lows
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| Of the industry
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| D.I.T.C. |
| and X to the Z Bringin’it live
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| Get it crackin’to the third degree
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| Xzibit breakin’niggas down like H.I.V.
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| We gring rap to your city like B.E.T.
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| But still feel California
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| Is the place to be, Catashtrophy…
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| Tash:
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| The Alkaholiks is back to fry you
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| Xtra crispy
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| With the skills that make the plots
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| to dis me Xtra risky
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| Cause the time it takes to infiltrate
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| And stop my forward motion
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| California will have broken off
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| And fell into the ocean
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| Cause i rocked around the world
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| With my ill type skill
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| Step for real or I’ll leave your grill scarred like Seal
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| Cause I regulate the sectin where the drinks
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| Is gettin blended
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| Certifed bartender
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| So catch the 40
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| When I send it your way
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| Xzibit:
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| Niggas that hustle
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| Till the day light break
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| Go to county 20 times
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| Still can’t go straight
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| Don’t nothin in the mothafuckin'
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| World come free
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| I’ll never see a nine to five
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| Cause it just ain’t me
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| (It's like this)
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| Xzibit shall hustle, lift build muscle
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| And think like Russell
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| Survive and bring it live and direct
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| To any crowd through out the world
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| Like this come home
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| And smoke a spliff in the benz
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| With Swift
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| Chorus (2 Times)
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| Xzibit:
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| I’m fucked up J-Ro
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| J-Ro:
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| Yo i’m fucked up to Lookin’at these bitches
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| From a birds eye view
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| My name is J-Ro from tthe Likwit Crew
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| Hurricane G:
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| So what nigga is it you wanna do J-Ro:
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| My flow is metaphorical
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| Historicly correct
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| What do you expect from a nigga
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| With my intellect
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| East coast representing West coast gangsta
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| New I ain’t trippin'
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| I call up King Tee we go dippin'
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| Through the streets
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| Pumpin’hard core Likwit beats
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| Flowin’air blowin’loungin'
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| Inn them leather seats
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| Think gback how we used to rock the house party
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| Now we jsut fuckin’it up for everybody
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| Xzibit:
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| How dare you try to compare
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| Yourself to the original
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| Professional Xzibit break you down
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| Like correctional Facilitys
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| Limit all capabilities muthafuck MC’s
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| Hard to read like Japanese
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| I’m spreading like disease
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| So I can’t be stopped
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| By who you run with your click
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| Or the Btich ass cops
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| Xzibits’first LP
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| It hit your black like crack rock
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| I’m blowin’up your spot by remote
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| Mr. Cut Throat
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| J-Ro:
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| I"m from Cystal-ifornia
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| I warned ya I’d be on ya
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| The Ro is outer national
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| Cold as Henne-sota
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| I smoke 12 MC’s a day
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| Just to fill my «a From Fourty 0-hio
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| All the way to Ore-gin
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| Buddy my fingers are bloody Now I’m Washing-ten
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| I clown from Brew-york
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| Down to Mi-ti-ami
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| I soak up game like a shammy
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| Understand me?
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| Hook
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| Tash:
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| So Elizabeth it’s MC’s
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| That’s comin’to join ya Some will be from NYC And some will be from California
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| Cause I drop the lyrics on you
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| From beneath the Earth’s surface
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| Where I write rhymes so fresh
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| I try to bite my own verses
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| Cause the purpose of my flow
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| Is to let you know
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| My style is badder than the water
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| Down in Mexico
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| Cause RICO blend styles liek juice and gin
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| I got the Likwit shit
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| That have you seein’double
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| Like the Twins |