What U See Is What U Get Lyrics
| Song | What U See Is What U Get |
| Artist | Xzibit |
| Album | 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Joiner, West | |
| Speaking： | |
| And so it was written, and after all these things, | |
| I saw another angel come down from heaven | |
| Having great power and the eath was lighted with his glory | |
| And he cried mightily with the strong voice saying "babylon the great has | |
| Fallen, | |
| It's fallen and has become the habitation of devils | |
| And the home to every fowl spirit and a cage of very unclean and hateful men" | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| Xzibit never wait around for kick downs, get my own shit, blowe | |
| Shot heard around the world | |
| Uplift, bench press, arm curl, keep the structure of the temple | |
| To make things simple my existance is to ripple through time | |
| Only concern is what is mine, divine, never monkey shine | |
| Walkin' down the very thin line, holdin' wait, runnin' crazy in the streets, | |
| Yeah | |
| Plus the company i keep work in overtime | |
| While you oversleep don't wanna see none of this evil i speak | |
| Around on the atlas, cume la matra, the super actress | |
| You all get close-lined and pinned the mattress | |
| All day, every day, every which way | |
| Who said to can't have your take, you need a tune (fuck you) | |
| This is a hard time on planet earth | |
| For what it's worth xzibit stand station without reabilitation like this | |
| Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters, | |
| Gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it | |
| Moving | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
| And that's the real shit | |
| You got more than you bargained for | |
| Hit the floor i pull a fast one to let you know that today could be your last | |
| One, | |
| Black, take your breath like an asthma attack | |
| Just a slave like flava flav, you're blind to the fact | |
| Mr. x to the z the liks and king t | |
| Guranteed to bring the house down naturally | |
| Niggas knowin' no limits lime master p | |
| Makin' you motherfuckin' bastards see, | |
| What, a whole different breed of mc | |
| Realize it's you against me, catch a three-hundred and sixty degree | |
| Roundhouse to the mouth right | |
| And like the sun, make the hot shit shine bright | |
| I feelin' like my whole life is a green light never turn red | |
| 'cause i strike like a rattle-snake, lock like a dread | |
| Niggas wanna bump heads but they better off dead | |
| Came crashin' through the door like the feds, bring it | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
| And that's the real shit | |
| And yeah, everybody start to rush | |
| Swingin' through is your friendly neighborhood lush | |
| I crack your bottle than watch how xzibit bust | |
| I regulate like a killer with a nickel plate | |
| Uh set it straight and start to shakin' you down, breakin' new ground, | |
| Construction work | |
| Heavy artilary, put your dick in the dirt | |
| Stay alert, the game is rough so you might get hurt | |
| Slug burnt through your jacket, through your sweater, through your shirt | |
| Get cut from th belly up | |
| I burnt the chain fast lane, suck my sugar cane | |
| I'm tryin' to spart that niggas brain while you entertain trivial things, | |
| Material things, protected by the underground kings | |
| Who rule the land with an iron fist | |
| The "men in black", if we flash can't remember shit | |
| You cross me, i'll make you pay like the government, i wanna kill sam | |
| 'cause my package came short 12 grames, get the picture | |
| Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters, | |
| Gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it | |
| Moving | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home, yeah, yeah | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home, yeah, yeah | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home |
| zuo ci : Joiner, West | |
| Speaking: | |
| And so it was written, and after all these things, | |
| I saw another angel come down from heaven | |
| Having great power and the eath was lighted with his glory | |
| And he cried mightily with the strong voice saying " babylon the great has | |
| Fallen, | |
| It' s fallen and has become the habitation of devils | |
| And the home to every fowl spirit and a cage of very unclean and hateful men" | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| Xzibit never wait around for kick downs, get my own shit, blowe | |
| Shot heard around the world | |
| Uplift, bench press, arm curl, keep the structure of the temple | |
| To make things simple my existance is to ripple through time | |
| Only concern is what is mine, divine, never monkey shine | |
| Walkin' down the very thin line, holdin' wait, runnin' crazy in the streets, | |
| Yeah | |
| Plus the company i keep work in overtime | |
| While you oversleep don' t wanna see none of this evil i speak | |
| Around on the atlas, cume la matra, the super actress | |
| You all get closelined and pinned the mattress | |
| All day, every day, every which way | |
| Who said to can' t have your take, you need a tune fuck you | |
| This is a hard time on planet earth | |
| For what it' s worth xzibit stand station without reabilitation like this | |
| Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters, | |
| Gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it | |
| Moving | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
| And that' s the real shit | |
| You got more than you bargained for | |
| Hit the floor i pull a fast one to let you know that today could be your last | |
| One, | |
| Black, take your breath like an asthma attack | |
| Just a slave like flava flav, you' re blind to the fact | |
| Mr. x to the z the liks and king t | |
| Guranteed to bring the house down naturally | |
| Niggas knowin' no limits lime master p | |
| Makin' you motherfuckin' bastards see, | |
| What, a whole different breed of mc | |
| Realize it' s you against me, catch a threehundred and sixty degree | |
| Roundhouse to the mouth right | |
| And like the sun, make the hot shit shine bright | |
| I feelin' like my whole life is a green light never turn red | |
| ' cause i strike like a rattlesnake, lock like a dread | |
| Niggas wanna bump heads but they better off dead | |
| Came crashin' through the door like the feds, bring it | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
| And that' s the real shit | |
| And yeah, everybody start to rush | |
| Swingin' through is your friendly neighborhood lush | |
| I crack your bottle than watch how xzibit bust | |
| I regulate like a killer with a nickel plate | |
| Uh set it straight and start to shakin' you down, breakin' new ground, | |
| Construction work | |
| Heavy artilary, put your dick in the dirt | |
| Stay alert, the game is rough so you might get hurt | |
| Slug burnt through your jacket, through your sweater, through your shirt | |
| Get cut from th belly up | |
| I burnt the chain fast lane, suck my sugar cane | |
| I' m tryin' to spart that niggas brain while you entertain trivial things, | |
| Material things, protected by the underground kings | |
| Who rule the land with an iron fist | |
| The " men in black", if we flash can' t remember shit | |
| You cross me, i' ll make you pay like the government, i wanna kill sam | |
| ' cause my package came short 12 grames, get the picture | |
| Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters, | |
| Gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it | |
| Moving | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home, yeah, yeah | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home, yeah, yeah | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home |
| zuò cí : Joiner, West | |
| Speaking: | |
| And so it was written, and after all these things, | |
| I saw another angel come down from heaven | |
| Having great power and the eath was lighted with his glory | |
| And he cried mightily with the strong voice saying " babylon the great has | |
| Fallen, | |
| It' s fallen and has become the habitation of devils | |
| And the home to every fowl spirit and a cage of very unclean and hateful men" | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| Xzibit never wait around for kick downs, get my own shit, blowe | |
| Shot heard around the world | |
| Uplift, bench press, arm curl, keep the structure of the temple | |
| To make things simple my existance is to ripple through time | |
| Only concern is what is mine, divine, never monkey shine | |
| Walkin' down the very thin line, holdin' wait, runnin' crazy in the streets, | |
| Yeah | |
| Plus the company i keep work in overtime | |
| While you oversleep don' t wanna see none of this evil i speak | |
| Around on the atlas, cume la matra, the super actress | |
| You all get closelined and pinned the mattress | |
| All day, every day, every which way | |
| Who said to can' t have your take, you need a tune fuck you | |
| This is a hard time on planet earth | |
| For what it' s worth xzibit stand station without reabilitation like this | |
| Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters, | |
| Gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it | |
| Moving | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
| And that' s the real shit | |
| You got more than you bargained for | |
| Hit the floor i pull a fast one to let you know that today could be your last | |
| One, | |
| Black, take your breath like an asthma attack | |
| Just a slave like flava flav, you' re blind to the fact | |
| Mr. x to the z the liks and king t | |
| Guranteed to bring the house down naturally | |
| Niggas knowin' no limits lime master p | |
| Makin' you motherfuckin' bastards see, | |
| What, a whole different breed of mc | |
| Realize it' s you against me, catch a threehundred and sixty degree | |
| Roundhouse to the mouth right | |
| And like the sun, make the hot shit shine bright | |
| I feelin' like my whole life is a green light never turn red | |
| ' cause i strike like a rattlesnake, lock like a dread | |
| Niggas wanna bump heads but they better off dead | |
| Came crashin' through the door like the feds, bring it | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
| And that' s the real shit | |
| And yeah, everybody start to rush | |
| Swingin' through is your friendly neighborhood lush | |
| I crack your bottle than watch how xzibit bust | |
| I regulate like a killer with a nickel plate | |
| Uh set it straight and start to shakin' you down, breakin' new ground, | |
| Construction work | |
| Heavy artilary, put your dick in the dirt | |
| Stay alert, the game is rough so you might get hurt | |
| Slug burnt through your jacket, through your sweater, through your shirt | |
| Get cut from th belly up | |
| I burnt the chain fast lane, suck my sugar cane | |
| I' m tryin' to spart that niggas brain while you entertain trivial things, | |
| Material things, protected by the underground kings | |
| Who rule the land with an iron fist | |
| The " men in black", if we flash can' t remember shit | |
| You cross me, i' ll make you pay like the government, i wanna kill sam | |
| ' cause my package came short 12 grames, get the picture | |
| Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters, | |
| Gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it | |
| Moving | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home, yeah, yeah | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home, yeah, yeah | |
| What you see is what you get now | |
| The kinda style make the whole world go wow | |
| Bless the child like a hoe who' s on flesh ' n bone | |
| And no matter where i roam i feel right at home |
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