| Yeah yeah
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| Look, you could’ve got away but your response wasn’t quick enough
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| Can’t preserve life cause the vest wasn’t thick enough
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| Teflon, Napalm, Homicide scenes
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| These are a few of my favorite things!
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| But I ain’t Mary so ain’t a damn thing poppin
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| Only death disease and a whole lota palm trees
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| Not only for mics, Xzibit is a way of life
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| Until my death so I celebrate success
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| Best of the best wouldn’t test these waters with a yacht
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| Sendin' sixteen shots across your parking lot
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| All up in your proximity drinking Hennessy
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| Holdin down ground like the Statute of Liberty
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| So nobody ever can rush my spot
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| And the torch stay lit so I ain’t worried about shit
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| It ain’t where you’re from it’s all about how you represent!
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| Unfamiliar faces better know who your fuckin' with
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| Eyes may shine, Teeth may grit
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| And all of that shit
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| And you still won’t step
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| So what’s next?
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| All of a sudden you ain’t sayin nothin
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| Eyes may shine, Teeth may grit
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| And all of that shit
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| And you still won’t step
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| So what’s next?
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| All of a sudden you ain’t sayin nothin
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| I’m only comin' through when it’s time for collection
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| Xzibit forever nasty, spread like infection
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| Ain’t no protection ever made by man to withstand this punishment
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| In other words runnin' shit
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| Keep your eyes wide cause the style gets darker
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| I make papers and see more new cars than Bob Barker
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| Cause if the price ain’t right then it’s time to take flight
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| Let the piece go twice to make sure you see the light
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| Plus I’m dreaded not by the locks but by the cops
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| And flocks of females that only think with their crotch
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| Unlimited smoke
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| The bonified cut throat Columbian necktie
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| Now don’t you look fly
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| I’ll leave you there to be discovered by your mother
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| Or maybe your brother or your boty boy lover
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| No matter your background Xzibit never backs down
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| Be prepared for static and semi-automatics in your grill
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| Eyes may shine, Teeth may grit
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| And all of that shit
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| And you still won’t step
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| So what’s next?
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| All of a sudden you ain’t sayin nothin
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| Eyes may shine, Teeth may grit
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| And all of that shit
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| And you still won’t step
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| So what’s next?
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| All of a sudden you ain’t sayin nothin
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| Everything that come around go 3.6.0
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| Longitude and latitude
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| It’s all in the attitude
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| I’m in the mood to put a twist on things
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| Xzibit here to rock the planet 'till the fat bitch sings
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| The shit is closer than you think
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| Don’t blink it might be over in a matter of seconds
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| I’d like to say this off the record
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| But it’s not
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| So I testify to the fact
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| Chronic mixed with the Yak make a hellified contact
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| It makes it real easy to trip
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| Unload the whole clip on your block then split!
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| Ain’t no answers to the test you taking
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| Never move fakin'
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| Can’t be shaken'
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| From my solid foundation like this
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| Eyes may shine, Teeth may grit
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| And all of that shit
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| And you still won’t step
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| So what’s next?
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| All of a sudden you ain’t sayin nothin
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| Eyes may shine, Teeth may grit
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| And all of that shit
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| And you still won’t step
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| So what’s next?
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| All of a sudden you ain’t sayin nothin |