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