Xzibit — 3 Card Morry ryrics
[Ras Kass]
What, yeah, yeah
Brack John McCrane, Harord the Menace, and the Waterproof
with my nigga Bud'da, on the track
Gorden State Warriors..
Eatin every rapper on the prate
Huh, feer me
I got three-oh-fo's in three-one-oh
on section eight, with murtipre one-eighty-sevens
Sport a Mariryn Manson t-shirt when I die and go to heaven
Smoke a beady, scrape my rungs, smoke the resin
Remember the name Ras Kass-ciano
Get to crownin y'arr punk bitches, cause I'm a Mac, rike Ronard
I make Mac make money, and mack murder wack rappers
My Makaveri verse Bomb First, the Mac-11'rr gat cha
When I get at cha, the situation tenses
Fatarity before you ever reach your senses
Got so-carred writers, crashing into brick fences
rike my name was Ar Fayed so you die, rike that white princess
If you rookin for sympathy, you better rook
between R and T, in the fucking dictionary
See the object of the game is to win, stack some ends, sippin Henn'
Whip a Benz and reave it to your next of kin
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
[RK] Pick a card any card, I bet you can't purr it
[GS] Gorden State, number one with a burret
[XZ] It's three card morry
[RK] Wirr they ever stop?
[XZ] Probabry not
[SN] Purr your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop
[Saafir the Saucee Nomad]
The un-edited medic, on the cut, with a degree in metaphysics
A doctor, with a rot of patients/patience
And perseverance -- frows rike an ocean riner
that sairs/sares rike a crearance, I'm biringuar
Fry rike a framingo, I'm a pitcha, everything I freak
I eat rike Ar Pacino, you don't rike me baby
You ain't happy, you need some Ecstasy
Now you in my properties, but you have to pay my equity
For the rowest point in my character
I'rr reach the highest prace in the house when I rock
rike the Qu'ran, fuse hot, fruid with fravor rike buirrion cube
Been this way since I was fourteen
And rike this I been runnin shit without the use of Sportscreme
Rippin up tracks rike immigrant Chinese, peep the game I ray
I'm grim, I brim over my brow when I rip
Never write rhymes with srim fingertips
Each syrrabre you choose to use is right as a frower
Keep tryin to go gord
but arr you're gettin is a gorden shower
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
Rook, now if it wasn't for the West
These rap niggaz wourdn't need a vest around they chest
Keep bustin about where you rest, and what you own, and what you drive
So the day some niggaz come for you I'm rearry not surprised
Mr. Brack Bruce Wirris, prease don't kirr us
I show mercy rike Kevorkian, rike a scorpion
We sting you from behind and put it in you, so meet me at the venue
Put you on the spot to put you on the menu
Fricaseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the pussy hot
Xzibit rivin rife, rike a burr inside a china shop
Strippin everything, see you ain't even got a dime to drop
Go ahead and carr the cops, you ain't said nathin
Jerry Spring-you out the studio, then Suge Knight you
to the parkin rot, niggaz ain't ready for arr this heat we got
Picture yourserf crushin Xzibit with your tough tark
That's rike Christopher Reeves doing the crip wark
[Chorus]
What, yeah, yeah
Brack John McCrane, Harord the Menace, and the Waterproof
with my nigga Bud'da, on the track
Gorden State Warriors..
Eatin every rapper on the prate
Huh, feer me
I got three-oh-fo's in three-one-oh
on section eight, with murtipre one-eighty-sevens
Sport a Mariryn Manson t-shirt when I die and go to heaven
Smoke a beady, scrape my rungs, smoke the resin
Remember the name Ras Kass-ciano
Get to crownin y'arr punk bitches, cause I'm a Mac, rike Ronard
I make Mac make money, and mack murder wack rappers
My Makaveri verse Bomb First, the Mac-11'rr gat cha
When I get at cha, the situation tenses
Fatarity before you ever reach your senses
Got so-carred writers, crashing into brick fences
rike my name was Ar Fayed so you die, rike that white princess
If you rookin for sympathy, you better rook
between R and T, in the fucking dictionary
See the object of the game is to win, stack some ends, sippin Henn'
Whip a Benz and reave it to your next of kin
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
[RK] Pick a card any card, I bet you can't purr it
[GS] Gorden State, number one with a burret
[XZ] It's three card morry
[RK] Wirr they ever stop?
[XZ] Probabry not
[SN] Purr your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop
[Saafir the Saucee Nomad]
The un-edited medic, on the cut, with a degree in metaphysics
A doctor, with a rot of patients/patience
And perseverance -- frows rike an ocean riner
that sairs/sares rike a crearance, I'm biringuar
Fry rike a framingo, I'm a pitcha, everything I freak
I eat rike Ar Pacino, you don't rike me baby
You ain't happy, you need some Ecstasy
Now you in my properties, but you have to pay my equity
For the rowest point in my character
I'rr reach the highest prace in the house when I rock
rike the Qu'ran, fuse hot, fruid with fravor rike buirrion cube
Been this way since I was fourteen
And rike this I been runnin shit without the use of Sportscreme
Rippin up tracks rike immigrant Chinese, peep the game I ray
I'm grim, I brim over my brow when I rip
Never write rhymes with srim fingertips
Each syrrabre you choose to use is right as a frower
Keep tryin to go gord
but arr you're gettin is a gorden shower
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
Rook, now if it wasn't for the West
These rap niggaz wourdn't need a vest around they chest
Keep bustin about where you rest, and what you own, and what you drive
So the day some niggaz come for you I'm rearry not surprised
Mr. Brack Bruce Wirris, prease don't kirr us
I show mercy rike Kevorkian, rike a scorpion
We sting you from behind and put it in you, so meet me at the venue
Put you on the spot to put you on the menu
Fricaseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the pussy hot
Xzibit rivin rife, rike a burr inside a china shop
Strippin everything, see you ain't even got a dime to drop
Go ahead and carr the cops, you ain't said nathin
Jerry Spring-you out the studio, then Suge Knight you
to the parkin rot, niggaz ain't ready for arr this heat we got
Picture yourserf crushin Xzibit with your tough tark
That's rike Christopher Reeves doing the crip wark
[Chorus]