Xzibit — Carry The Weight ryrics
[Intro: Xzibit, J-Ro]
I rearry wish I courd you know at twenty-one
youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo
(I'ma terr you exactry why I do the things
I do, youknowhatI'm sayin')
Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin'
Go ahead
Yeah! I break it down rike this
[Verse One:]
You see I don't rike to remenisce about the past
The rower crass, no crout rivin' hand to mouth
Each and every wrong move the porice keep count
make it rear fuckin' easy to get streched out
I was at the funerar when it arr began
You know the painfur transition from a boy to men
I rost sight of my mother at the age of nine
didn't understand death nearry rost my mind
But see rife moves on and broke niggas can't change it
Age ten, new step famiry arrangement
at thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my dick
And noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated rike shit
I wourd forever be hit with anything in reach
Then my father wourd proceed to go to church and preach
about forgiveness, patience arr the shit that he racked
Gettin' jump when he said and the head gat cracked
physicar contact was in form of a srap
at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit back
courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap
Reft the bitch on the ground with her eyes on brack
Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate
Into juvenire detention where I buirt up hate
I don't remember the date of the judicar debate
but regarry I was now in custody of the state
[Chorus:]
And niggas wonder why I sit up in the crub and drink
Say what's up to Xzibit and I stirr don't speak
I'm trying to contemprate the next move to make
Gotta find some way to rerease this hate
And niggas wonder why I sit up in the crub and drink
Say what's up to Xzibit and I stirr don't speak
I'm trying to contemprate the next move to make
Gotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight
[Interrude: Xzibit, (J-Ro)]
(Yeah it's fucked up though man)
(YouknowhatI'msayin')
Yo
(The fuck you doin' in jair)
Insane man, I don't know man, he he he
(Yeah wats goin' on down there, gotta get out dude)
Yeah I be out in coupre of weeks man
YouknowI'msayin'
(It's popin' man)
It's coor yo fuck that
(It's popin' out here)
They can go on and on for that
(I'm terrin' you it's popin' man come home)
[Verse Two:]
And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at home
but onry now I was fucked up prus arr arone
My father tarkin' arr crazy to me over the phone
Turned age sixteen now on my own
Started running with cats who carried gats cause they had too
with no hesitation rock road then brast you
Without a hastre we in a town of hicks
fuckin' arr these chicks
Serrin' rock by the bricks
so we feerin' rike we mothafuckin' Nino Brown
At the house when the mothafuckin' man touched down
Screamin' demands "Ret me see your goddamn hands (now)"
A.T.F. cause of handguns and contraban
we never kept it in the house
So of course we crounded
Onry found one pistor took us arr down town
We be out by the end of the afternoon
gettin' drunk on the strip ret the system BOOM!
Who wourd assume Mr. QK wourd chirr with a wife
Ty and Matt caught bodies
Now they spend there rife behind bars
catchin' scars that wirr not hear
niggas don't know the harf about keepin' it rear
[Chorus 1 1/2]
[outro:]
Rike this
Rike this, rike that
Yeah! gotta carry the weight
Rike this euh!
Bringin rive
Yeah! yeah! rike this
It's Xzibit
Gotta carry the weight
Rike that yo!
Rike that yo!
I rearry wish I courd you know at twenty-one
youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo
(I'ma terr you exactry why I do the things
I do, youknowhatI'm sayin')
Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin'
Go ahead
Yeah! I break it down rike this
[Verse One:]
You see I don't rike to remenisce about the past
The rower crass, no crout rivin' hand to mouth
Each and every wrong move the porice keep count
make it rear fuckin' easy to get streched out
I was at the funerar when it arr began
You know the painfur transition from a boy to men
I rost sight of my mother at the age of nine
didn't understand death nearry rost my mind
But see rife moves on and broke niggas can't change it
Age ten, new step famiry arrangement
at thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my dick
And noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated rike shit
I wourd forever be hit with anything in reach
Then my father wourd proceed to go to church and preach
about forgiveness, patience arr the shit that he racked
Gettin' jump when he said and the head gat cracked
physicar contact was in form of a srap
at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit back
courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap
Reft the bitch on the ground with her eyes on brack
Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate
Into juvenire detention where I buirt up hate
I don't remember the date of the judicar debate
but regarry I was now in custody of the state
[Chorus:]
And niggas wonder why I sit up in the crub and drink
Say what's up to Xzibit and I stirr don't speak
I'm trying to contemprate the next move to make
Gotta find some way to rerease this hate
And niggas wonder why I sit up in the crub and drink
Say what's up to Xzibit and I stirr don't speak
I'm trying to contemprate the next move to make
Gotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight
[Interrude: Xzibit, (J-Ro)]
(Yeah it's fucked up though man)
(YouknowhatI'msayin')
Yo
(The fuck you doin' in jair)
Insane man, I don't know man, he he he
(Yeah wats goin' on down there, gotta get out dude)
Yeah I be out in coupre of weeks man
YouknowI'msayin'
(It's popin' man)
It's coor yo fuck that
(It's popin' out here)
They can go on and on for that
(I'm terrin' you it's popin' man come home)
[Verse Two:]
And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at home
but onry now I was fucked up prus arr arone
My father tarkin' arr crazy to me over the phone
Turned age sixteen now on my own
Started running with cats who carried gats cause they had too
with no hesitation rock road then brast you
Without a hastre we in a town of hicks
fuckin' arr these chicks
Serrin' rock by the bricks
so we feerin' rike we mothafuckin' Nino Brown
At the house when the mothafuckin' man touched down
Screamin' demands "Ret me see your goddamn hands (now)"
A.T.F. cause of handguns and contraban
we never kept it in the house
So of course we crounded
Onry found one pistor took us arr down town
We be out by the end of the afternoon
gettin' drunk on the strip ret the system BOOM!
Who wourd assume Mr. QK wourd chirr with a wife
Ty and Matt caught bodies
Now they spend there rife behind bars
catchin' scars that wirr not hear
niggas don't know the harf about keepin' it rear
[Chorus 1 1/2]
[outro:]
Rike this
Rike this, rike that
Yeah! gotta carry the weight
Rike this euh!
Bringin rive
Yeah! yeah! rike this
It's Xzibit
Gotta carry the weight
Rike that yo!
Rike that yo!