| Song | Inside Job - Explicit Version |
| Artist | Xzibit |
| Album | 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz (Explicit) |
| (intro：xzibit) | |
| Mr. x to the z (who am i?) | |
| M-m-m-mr. x (who am i?) | |
| X to the to-the-to-the z | |
| M-m-m-m-mr. x-x-x to the z (yeah, yo) | |
| M-m-m-m-mr. x-x-x to the z | |
| (xzibit) | |
| So it's one fifteen in the mornin i'm comin up, a hard day, serve | |
| We gettin drunk smokin herb and the third dike you roll | |
| Non-stop cash flow, 20,000 dollars and the rest cuttin yayo | |
| We had the rocks, my nigga late to pick it up | |
| Get him on the phone, hurry up cause i ain't tryin to get stuck | |
| So what the fuck is the hold up? | |
| ("nigga sit your ass in the chair and i'll be right there") | |
| Reminds me i gotta shake the spot | |
| I got bitches in the hotel room ready for me to bang cob weight (*knock*) | |
| Yo, who is that man? | |
| ("he wanna spend a couple of hundred, (yeah), but he'll be right back") | |
| That's when i shoulda got the heater | |
| But i was too busy in the kitchen countin money and takin shots at tequila | |
| Started countin out twelve when it hit me | |
| If you was rocksteady, you woulda came when the c-note's rang | |
| Before i could yell out to lock the front | |
| Niggas rushed in the front door with the gauge, ready, duck | |
| Bad enough i'm caught up in it, jacked, but worst than that | |
| I'm caught in the kitchen without the strap | |
| ("where the muh-fuckin sack homeboy?") | |
| Yeah, woulda killed terminators only d between us is | |
| A stove and a refrigerator, came in and put the gauge to my chest | |
| Took the money off the table and said ("yo, where's the rest of it nigga?") | |
| You gotta love it, came straight to the moneyman | |
| 20,000 cash, needed stacks, wrapped in rubber bands | |
| Snatched the whole shit and broke out | |
| I ran to the living room and got the heat from under the couch | |
| Smashed out into the middle of the street started blastin | |
| Dumpin at the getaway cars but they was mashin | |
| I thought i heard the homies just in time for the action | |
| Police hit the corner with they reds and white's flashin | |
| These niggas rolled off with at least a cool fifty | |
| Ya, i'm in handcuffs on the ground and mad cause the k-9 bit me | |
| Shipped me off downtown for the bookin | |
| Threw my herb sack when the cops wasn't lookin | |
| Fingerprints, hold the tape, hear come detectors | |
| One at the door, another one askin questions | |
| Stupid shit like: - "who was i shootin at?" | |
| Was it game related and where do they kick it at? | |
| But i didn't say shit i can tell from all the people | |
| Involved it was an inside job | |
| But i'm the wrong nigga to rob, i'll hunt you down | |
| Fuck the money, i'll take you off and accept the loss | |
| Set bail at fifteen g's, no sweat | |
| Got cars slippin tonight, and almost got wet | |
| Homies come to set bail see, but that's all right | |
| Since i'm already here i'ma spend the night | |
| (outro: xzibit and another having a conversation) | |
| ("hey, hey i need to use the phone again") (*car horns*) | |
| ("ay, ay man") ("since when did you start takin shoestrings and shit?") ("man") | |
| ("ahhhh") ("do i look like i wanna kill?") ("ay man, fuck that") | |
| ("ay, look?) ("i just need to use the phone real quick man, eh, fuck it") | |
| ("aight, ay, let me get the top bunk") | |
| ("ay man, this, this, this blanket, this blanket smell like urine man") | |
| All right, you're charged with public intoxication | |
| (all right, listen there's a thousand people down there who are drunk) | |
| Okay, i understand that |
| intro: xzibit | |
| Mr. x to the z who am i? | |
| Mmmmr. x who am i? | |
| X to the tothetothe z | |
| Mmmmmr. xxx to the z yeah, yo | |
| Mmmmmr. xxx to the z | |
| xzibit | |
| So it' s one fifteen in the mornin i' m comin up, a hard day, serve | |
| We gettin drunk smokin herb and the third dike you roll | |
| Nonstop cash flow, 20, 000 dollars and the rest cuttin yayo | |
| We had the rocks, my nigga late to pick it up | |
| Get him on the phone, hurry up cause i ain' t tryin to get stuck | |
| So what the fuck is the hold up? | |
| " nigga sit your ass in the chair and i' ll be right there" | |
| Reminds me i gotta shake the spot | |
| I got bitches in the hotel room ready for me to bang cob weight knock | |
| Yo, who is that man? | |
| " he wanna spend a couple of hundred, yeah, but he' ll be right back" | |
| That' s when i shoulda got the heater | |
| But i was too busy in the kitchen countin money and takin shots at tequila | |
| Started countin out twelve when it hit me | |
| If you was rocksteady, you woulda came when the cnote' s rang | |
| Before i could yell out to lock the front | |
| Niggas rushed in the front door with the gauge, ready, duck | |
| Bad enough i' m caught up in it, jacked, but worst than that | |
| I' m caught in the kitchen without the strap | |
| " where the muhfuckin sack homeboy?" | |
| Yeah, woulda killed terminators only d between us is | |
| A stove and a refrigerator, came in and put the gauge to my chest | |
| Took the money off the table and said " yo, where' s the rest of it nigga?" | |
| You gotta love it, came straight to the moneyman | |
| 20, 000 cash, needed stacks, wrapped in rubber bands | |
| Snatched the whole shit and broke out | |
| I ran to the living room and got the heat from under the couch | |
| Smashed out into the middle of the street started blastin | |
| Dumpin at the getaway cars but they was mashin | |
| I thought i heard the homies just in time for the action | |
| Police hit the corner with they reds and white' s flashin | |
| These niggas rolled off with at least a cool fifty | |
| Ya, i' m in handcuffs on the ground and mad cause the k9 bit me | |
| Shipped me off downtown for the bookin | |
| Threw my herb sack when the cops wasn' t lookin | |
| Fingerprints, hold the tape, hear come detectors | |
| One at the door, another one askin questions | |
| Stupid shit like: " who was i shootin at?" | |
| Was it game related and where do they kick it at? | |
| But i didn' t say shit i can tell from all the people | |
| Involved it was an inside job | |
| But i' m the wrong nigga to rob, i' ll hunt you down | |
| Fuck the money, i' ll take you off and accept the loss | |
| Set bail at fifteen g' s, no sweat | |
| Got cars slippin tonight, and almost got wet | |
| Homies come to set bail see, but that' s all right | |
| Since i' m already here i' ma spend the night | |
| outro: xzibit and another having a conversation | |
| " hey, hey i need to use the phone again" car horns | |
| " ay, ay man" " since when did you start takin shoestrings and shit?" " man" | |
| " ahhhh" " do i look like i wanna kill?" " ay man, fuck that" | |
| " ay, look? " i just need to use the phone real quick man, eh, fuck it" | |
| " aight, ay, let me get the top bunk" | |
| " ay man, this, this, this blanket, this blanket smell like urine man" | |
| All right, you' re charged with public intoxication | |
| all right, listen there' s a thousand people down there who are drunk | |
| Okay, i understand that |