Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In My Face , by - Xzibit. Release date: 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 |