Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hurt Locker, artist - Xzibit. Date of issue: 21.06.2010
Song language: English
Hurt Locker |
| Welcome |
| All foreign passports to the left |
| All resident passports to the right |
| Ya dig? |
| Welcome to my world of hurt, where I put in work |
| I got guns that knock you off of this earth |
| Stand up let yourself be heard, I ain’t hear one word |
| I’m just bringing through what the crowd deserves |
| Cause what you want that’s what we got |
| Once things begin, my nigga it won’t stop |
| Lock down your blocks lets flood the streets |
| Now welcome to the world of Mr. X to the Z |
| Motherfucker I’m |
| Back with a vengeance, back with the business |
| I’m a vet with a pension, a man with a vision |
| I’m a man on a mission, so crowd around listen |
| This that hardcore heavy head bang, you’ve been missing |
| Go to Defcon one, if you don’t comply |
| I might explode like a meth lab, there is no rehab |
| Bitches need knee-pads, a pound of some Zig Zags |
| That last like Etta James, I’m back let the cage rap |
| Charles Bronson, visionary marksman |
| Heartless, leave your intellect on your carpet |
| I don’t really start shit, I just like to finish it |
| dismember with a hacksaw, getting rid of it |
| I’m so militant, you so Gilligan, killing it |
| Heard you want the coast on your back |
| Yo, be careful what you wish for, good luck with that |
| You could be found in your trunk, with your chest collapsed, relax |
| Welcome to my world of hurt, where I put in work |
| I got guns that knock you off of this earth |
| Stand up let yourself be heard, I ain’t hear one word |
| I’m just bringing through what the crowd deserves |
| Cause what you want that’s what we got |
| Once things begin, my nigga it won’t stop |
| Lock down your blocks lets flood the streets |
| Now welcome to the world of Mr. X to the Z |
| Motherfucker I’m |
| Made for the masses, chromed out classics |
| Block after block, when I park so Jurassic |
| Cameras start flashing, everybody asking |
| Harassing, suck my dick with six aspirins |
| That’ll keep your head tight, back from the afterlife |
| Locked in my hurt locker, built up my appetite |
| You need your name in lights, when I just need a mic |
| And I can level any playing field, like a sheet of ice |
| It’s going down like when you cuffed, and they read your rights |
| I’m going higher, better bail, if you’re scared of heights |
| I’m ritual killing prepare for a sacrifice |
| Roll her like a pair a' dice, lounging in paradise |
| Jealous niggas want to feed, like a parasite |
| Burn leeches off with cigarettes, I just need a light |
| I been around, seen the press get it shut down |
| I’m stadium status, the crowd got to move NOW!!! |
| Welcome to my world of hurt, where I put in work |
| I got guns that knock you off of this earth |
| Stand up let yourself be heard, I ain’t hear one word |
| I’m just bringing through what the crowd deserves |
| Cause what you want that’s what we got |
| Once things begin, my nigga it won’t stop |
| Lock down your blocks lets flood the streets |
| Now welcome to the world of Mr. X to the Z |
| Motherfucker I’m |
| A man dies once, a coward dies a thousand times |
| Your bitch asses on nine hundred and ninety nine |
| You only got one more, you better make it last |
| Before a lay this hurt locker to your fucking ass |
| Lock chop choppers, chop shop droppers |
| Fresh state to state until the feds came knocking |
| Call us in the clutch when your shows ain’t popping |
| When your hoes ain’t dropping, when your flows ain’t rocking |
| Welcome to my world of hurt, where I put in work |
| I got guns that knock you off of this earth |
| Stand up let yourself be heard, I ain’t hear one word |
| I’m just bringing through what the crowd deserves |
| Cause what you want that’s what we got |
| Once things begin, my nigga it won’t stop |
| Lock down your blocks lets flood the streets |
| Now welcome to the world of Mr. X to the Z |
| Motherfucker I’m |