Hit & Run (Part II) Lyrics
| Song | Hit & Run (Part II) |
| Artist | Xzibit |
| Album | At The Speed Of Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [intro]： | |
| [hightower]：baby, do me a favor, call up xzibit for me. | |
| [xzibit]：allo? | |
| [girl]： hello, xzibit? | |
| [xzibit]: yeah, yeah, what's up? | |
| [girl]: hold on one second ok? | |
| [xzibit]: alright | |
| [hightower]: xzibit? | |
| [xzibit]: hey, what's up? | |
| [hightower]: it's ron, hightower. | |
| [xzibit]: ah, what's up dude, what's goin' down? | |
| [hightower]: eh nigga, it ain't nothin' but a party! | |
| [xzbibit]: yoo! shit it's goin' down? | |
| [hightower]: hey, let me tell you something. | |
| I got some ladies over here, you know... | |
| [girl]: hi xzibit! | |
| [xzibit]: what's up? | |
| [hightower]: he he, see what i'm saying. | |
| They were just trying, you know, to tell you hello and shit | |
| But listen why don't you do this | |
| When you're done over there, why don't you come here and shit | |
| You know what i'm saying? | |
| That way they can tell you hello on person | |
| [xzibit]: ah alrihgt, you want me to bring you somethin' | |
| [hightower]: hey, bring yourself, i'm sure they can handle the rest | |
| You know what i mean? | |
| [xzibit]: yeah yeah, alright, i'll be over there in a minute. | |
| [hightower]: peace! | |
| [xzibit]: alright | |
| [verse one]: | |
| [xzibit]: | |
| It's a lazy sunday night | |
| Xzibit posted at the lab | |
| Gettin' high as a kite | |
| Proceed to rolll the light | |
| It's real tight | |
| In a paper philly blunts i don't need | |
| It might fuck off the taste | |
| Of this bomb ass weed | |
| My nigga tango and breeze | |
| Came thru we blaze a few | |
| Together bored as fuck | |
| Niggas down for whatever | |
| Break left from the bomb | |
| Phone call from ron hightower | |
| Shower at his crib in a hour | |
| All the women involved drop drawers | |
| Don't say nothin' | |
| Just a lota nuttin' | |
| Fuckin' plus dick suckin' | |
| Goddamn who was that? | |
| Half black with the fat ass | |
| Too much to ask if you can put them on the glass | |
| [for me] | |
| My name's xzibit | |
| I aint' tryin' to spit game | |
| Just tell me your name | |
| And the proportions of your frame | |
| [38-26-32] | |
| That's right | |
| Xzibit now has it poppin' on sunday night | |
| [chorus]: (2x) | |
| I don't wanna save 'em | |
| Pay em' or buy clothes | |
| All we really wanna do | |
| Is try to fuck these hoes | |
| [verse two]: | |
| [rass kass]: | |
| You knew the game | |
| And you still ended up on your back... | |
| [xzibit]: | |
| Bitches get laid like tracks | |
| Break it down like that | |
| With stacks of profilactics | |
| Got ill tactics just to get you on the matress like yo | |
| [girl moaning in background] | |
| With minimal conversation | |
| No time wastin' | |
| Only hard penetration | |
| Gettin' shiners on recliners | |
| Cummin' in your faces | |
| Stop! get on top | |
| I take your mind different places | |
| Won't be satisfied till i hit every race | |
| Color and creed in deed | |
| All i need is weed a fly steez | |
| Who ain't afraid to take the lead | |
| A little dirt on your knees | |
| Looked over saw breeze | |
| Laid out on the couch about to let it all out | |
| Nigga that's the kinda shit that i'm talkin' about | |
| [chorus]: (4x) | |
| I don't wanna save em' | |
| Pay em' or buy clothes | |
| All we really wanna do | |
| Is try to fuck these hoes |
| intro: | |
| hightower: baby, do me a favor, call up xzibit for me. | |
| xzibit: allo? | |
| girl: hello, xzibit? | |
| xzibit: yeah, yeah, what' s up? | |
| girl: hold on one second ok? | |
| xzibit: alright | |
| hightower: xzibit? | |
| xzibit: hey, what' s up? | |
| hightower: it' s ron, hightower. | |
| xzibit: ah, what' s up dude, what' s goin' down? | |
| hightower: eh nigga, it ain' t nothin' but a party! | |
| xzbibit: yoo! shit it' s goin' down? | |
| hightower: hey, let me tell you something. | |
| I got some ladies over here, you know... | |
| girl: hi xzibit! | |
| xzibit: what' s up? | |
| hightower: he he, see what i' m saying. | |
| They were just trying, you know, to tell you hello and shit | |
| But listen why don' t you do this | |
| When you' re done over there, why don' t you come here and shit | |
| You know what i' m saying? | |
| That way they can tell you hello on person | |
| xzibit: ah alrihgt, you want me to bring you somethin' | |
| hightower: hey, bring yourself, i' m sure they can handle the rest | |
| You know what i mean? | |
| xzibit: yeah yeah, alright, i' ll be over there in a minute. | |
| hightower: peace! | |
| xzibit: alright | |
| verse one: | |
| xzibit: | |
| It' s a lazy sunday night | |
| Xzibit posted at the lab | |
| Gettin' high as a kite | |
| Proceed to rolll the light | |
| It' s real tight | |
| In a paper philly blunts i don' t need | |
| It might fuck off the taste | |
| Of this bomb ass weed | |
| My nigga tango and breeze | |
| Came thru we blaze a few | |
| Together bored as fuck | |
| Niggas down for whatever | |
| Break left from the bomb | |
| Phone call from ron hightower | |
| Shower at his crib in a hour | |
| All the women involved drop drawers | |
| Don' t say nothin' | |
| Just a lota nuttin' | |
| Fuckin' plus dick suckin' | |
| Goddamn who was that? | |
| Half black with the fat ass | |
| Too much to ask if you can put them on the glass | |
| for me | |
| My name' s xzibit | |
| I aint' tryin' to spit game | |
| Just tell me your name | |
| And the proportions of your frame | |
| [38-26-32] | |
| That' s right | |
| Xzibit now has it poppin' on sunday night | |
| chorus: 2x | |
| I don' t wanna save ' em | |
| Pay em' or buy clothes | |
| All we really wanna do | |
| Is try to fuck these hoes | |
| verse two: | |
| rass kass: | |
| You knew the game | |
| And you still ended up on your back... | |
| xzibit: | |
| Bitches get laid like tracks | |
| Break it down like that | |
| With stacks of profilactics | |
| Got ill tactics just to get you on the matress like yo | |
| girl moaning in background | |
| With minimal conversation | |
| No time wastin' | |
| Only hard penetration | |
| Gettin' shiners on recliners | |
| Cummin' in your faces | |
| Stop! get on top | |
| I take your mind different places | |
| Won' t be satisfied till i hit every race | |
| Color and creed in deed | |
| All i need is weed a fly steez | |
| Who ain' t afraid to take the lead | |
| A little dirt on your knees | |
| Looked over saw breeze | |
| Laid out on the couch about to let it all out | |
| Nigga that' s the kinda shit that i' m talkin' about | |
| chorus: 4x | |
| I don' t wanna save em' | |
| Pay em' or buy clothes | |
| All we really wanna do | |
| Is try to fuck these hoes |
| intro: | |
| hightower: baby, do me a favor, call up xzibit for me. | |
| xzibit: allo? | |
| girl: hello, xzibit? | |
| xzibit: yeah, yeah, what' s up? | |
| girl: hold on one second ok? | |
| xzibit: alright | |
| hightower: xzibit? | |
| xzibit: hey, what' s up? | |
| hightower: it' s ron, hightower. | |
| xzibit: ah, what' s up dude, what' s goin' down? | |
| hightower: eh nigga, it ain' t nothin' but a party! | |
| xzbibit: yoo! shit it' s goin' down? | |
| hightower: hey, let me tell you something. | |
| I got some ladies over here, you know... | |
| girl: hi xzibit! | |
| xzibit: what' s up? | |
| hightower: he he, see what i' m saying. | |
| They were just trying, you know, to tell you hello and shit | |
| But listen why don' t you do this | |
| When you' re done over there, why don' t you come here and shit | |
| You know what i' m saying? | |
| That way they can tell you hello on person | |
| xzibit: ah alrihgt, you want me to bring you somethin' | |
| hightower: hey, bring yourself, i' m sure they can handle the rest | |
| You know what i mean? | |
| xzibit: yeah yeah, alright, i' ll be over there in a minute. | |
| hightower: peace! | |
| xzibit: alright | |
| verse one: | |
| xzibit: | |
| It' s a lazy sunday night | |
| Xzibit posted at the lab | |
| Gettin' high as a kite | |
| Proceed to rolll the light | |
| It' s real tight | |
| In a paper philly blunts i don' t need | |
| It might fuck off the taste | |
| Of this bomb ass weed | |
| My nigga tango and breeze | |
| Came thru we blaze a few | |
| Together bored as fuck | |
| Niggas down for whatever | |
| Break left from the bomb | |
| Phone call from ron hightower | |
| Shower at his crib in a hour | |
| All the women involved drop drawers | |
| Don' t say nothin' | |
| Just a lota nuttin' | |
| Fuckin' plus dick suckin' | |
| Goddamn who was that? | |
| Half black with the fat ass | |
| Too much to ask if you can put them on the glass | |
| for me | |
| My name' s xzibit | |
| I aint' tryin' to spit game | |
| Just tell me your name | |
| And the proportions of your frame | |
| [38-26-32] | |
| That' s right | |
| Xzibit now has it poppin' on sunday night | |
| chorus: 2x | |
| I don' t wanna save ' em | |
| Pay em' or buy clothes | |
| All we really wanna do | |
| Is try to fuck these hoes | |
| verse two: | |
| rass kass: | |
| You knew the game | |
| And you still ended up on your back... | |
| xzibit: | |
| Bitches get laid like tracks | |
| Break it down like that | |
| With stacks of profilactics | |
| Got ill tactics just to get you on the matress like yo | |
| girl moaning in background | |
| With minimal conversation | |
| No time wastin' | |
| Only hard penetration | |
| Gettin' shiners on recliners | |
| Cummin' in your faces | |
| Stop! get on top | |
| I take your mind different places | |
| Won' t be satisfied till i hit every race | |
| Color and creed in deed | |
| All i need is weed a fly steez | |
| Who ain' t afraid to take the lead | |
| A little dirt on your knees | |
| Looked over saw breeze | |
| Laid out on the couch about to let it all out | |
| Nigga that' s the kinda shit that i' m talkin' about | |
| chorus: 4x | |
| I don' t wanna save em' | |
| Pay em' or buy clothes | |
| All we really wanna do | |
| Is try to fuck these hoes |
Similar Songs
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)