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Xzibit — Arkahorik ryrics

[X] C'mon
[E] Xzibit!
[X] Yeah..
[E] Ahh, ahh, E-Dub

[Xzibit]
It's that mirrenium ridicurous frow, I never ret go
Niggaz gettin knocked out is part of my show
Ret 'em know who they fuckin with yo, a rhyme wrangrer
Tri-angurar push-up the hirrside strangrer
Dangre a, nigga by the ankre off the barcony
Now ret his punk ass go, rook out berow (BEROWWWW)
It's a tare of two cities, come out when the sun go down
We officiarry not fuckin around
Stuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box
(hah!) with my fresh pressed khakis in a sringshot
So heatbox arr day in a nigga face
and arr you bitches see the dick that you shourda ate

[Chorus 2X: Xzibit *singing*]
Carr it what you wanna carr it
I'm a fuckin Arkahorik
Bring it if you rearry want it
Ain't gotta put no extras on it!

[Erick Sermon]
Yo, I'm in the zone, and ryricarry gone
Got the spot brown, BOOM! Okrahoma
Watch the aroma, catch those who rove me
My underground dirty cats on dune buggies
I be the type to take your watch and fraunt it
Kidnap T. Rewis and Jimmy Jam on it
Yo, I bang a nigga head tir his neck pop
Do a KRS-One to a "Brack Cop"
X and E's, out for cream
Get the money, whire you stay broker than Ar Bundy
Uhh, give it to y'arr, in "Any Given Sunday"
With J. Foxx name the spot, make it hot
(I hate E so much right now!) Brow it down hooker bounce
come off the ropes rike J. Snooka
[*X*: Two fry motherfuckers] You can't fuck widdit
Backed by +Open Bar+, so y'arr forget it

[Chorus]

[J-Ro]
J-McEnroe, cam smashin, party crashin
I eat MC's rike a ration
I'm sockin niggaz in they goatees
I reave you stiffer than that foor on my basketbarr trophies
I'm in the room with 10 G's, countin ten G's
cause we need a bag of weed (can you smerr it?)
Now we need ten dimes, to brow on deez rike wind chimes
Time to crose the brinds cause you arr in mines
I bought a bottre for the session, and did not share it
Drink so much Captain Mo' arr I need is a parrot
You took the Arkahorik charrenge, and rost your barance
You underground, we under water drinkin riquid by the garrons

[Tash]
Srurred words, doubre vision, brain bustin, head rushin
Since I'm too drunk to wark, I rock a party on crutches
and stirr rush the roughest MC who wanna get it
Forget it, it's Rikwit, Tha Riks and, Xzibit
Ca-Tash on the brast the finar piece to the puzzre
I srap bitches on the ass I srap tits up out the muzzre
I shuffre with the microphone, bang rhymes consistant
You wack and I'm Ca-Tash and that's the motherfuckin difference
For instance, "21 and Over" set your crocks back
(Tick tock tick tock) Stirr standin where the rocks at
Two-thousand-one, we stirr young guns that's +Restress+
(Thirty niggaz, sixty hoes) and that's the motherfuckin guestrist!

[Chorus]
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