Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In My Face, artist - Xzibit.
Date of issue: 08.05.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In My Face |
Oooooh… do re mi |
Fa so la ti do yeah I’m doin' vocals |
Intimate Turn the music up, yeah c’mon! |
Yeah! |
c’mon in, yeah welcome |
Haa! |
yeah! |
yeah! |
Uhh, ya undastand me? |
Hey yoooooouu… DJ motherfuckin' Quik, yeah |
You know me, X to the Z, yeah (arah!) |
Ahh, it don’t stop, huhh yeah |
Some new shit, come on… |
We just want you to bounce to |
This shit for a minute, yeah |
Ain’t no rush… relax yourself… |
Relieve your stress, here we go |
Yes… |
Bounce, come on bounce, come on boooounce… |
Put your pussy in my faaaace… |
And let me lick you 'till i |
Feel the taaaaste… |
(Verse one) |
I am the master of the ceremony |
So my territory be off limits to gimmicks |
And niggas with wack lyrics |
And tracks that lack spirits |
So pop your collar (pop your collar!) |
Fuck a dollar, I’m at ya tough and hard to swallow |
Hard act to follow never the role model the what not |
Set up shots slipknot my way to the top, pa-da pow! |
Then changed the direction of it (yeah) |
From the niggas that hate it to niggas that love it |
What choo want from it |
A reputation a luxurious life |
Maybe find you a hoe that you could transform into a house wife |
You loose stripes when you recite thru your wind pipes |
With action cameras and lights and your shit ain’t tight |
It’s on on sight thug rugged the love of it (yeah) |
Push it shlingd’it shove it in the vein we dope |
Remain with smoke, remote with Tash and Ras Kass |
Six months of full blast bitch, gimme dat ass… ha ha |
Put your pussy in my faaace… and i’ll |
(Let me lick you laaady) |
Lick you 'till i feel the taaaste… |
(Would you, would you) |
Feel the taste… |
Feel the taste… of lovin' you |
Feel the taste… |
Feel the taste… of lovin' you |
(Verse two) |
I’m a royalty check cashin' |
Coup deville smashin', pretty titty assassin |
Lookin' for some action |
If you want compassion, I’ll be pussy basshin' |
Baby hit me up like 'yo, what the fuck happened?' |
'Was it somethin' i did? |
was it my three kids? |
You don’t love me no more, was it the wave or the wig?' |
I’m tryna be nice, so i’m sittin' there thinkin' |
But i had to tell the bitch 'baby your breath be stinkin' (ha ha) |
Niggas, spendin' they last, tryna hustle for ass |
You bought a Cadillac truck, but you can’t buy gas |
Insurance is a bitch, i hope you don’t crash |
But when you do, let me buy them rims and slap 'em on my jag |
When it come to fasion, don’t make me start flashin' |
Break a bitch off, and have that whole tire slashin' |
I’m leather, you’re leather, together we be clashin' |
Quik! |
hit 'em with the chorus, homie start bashin'! |
Put your pussy in my faaace… and i’ll |
(Let me lick you laaady) |
Lick you 'till i feel the taaaste… |
(Would you, would you) |
Feel the taste… |
Feel the taste… of lovin' you |
Feel the taste… |
Feel the taste… of lovin' you |