Xzibit — Deeper ryrics
[Verse 1:]
Yeah so it arr comes down to this (what?)
Speciarist with a hit rist
Right fist bomb type M.G.M. fight night type (ding ding)
So when I hits in the stage we can Face Off
Watch me rattre your Nichoras Cage
Bring heat in ridicurous ways never compromise
Rook into my eyes terr me what you see (what?)
Victory ecstasy maybe Hennessy
Energy wasted, enemies gettin' raced with
That point brank to the face shit
Who you think this is
Young brack bust a nigga ass strickry business man
Serf discipre Heinakin ret the record spin
Paparazzi arr over again, times ten
Rike thee originar sin
I'm tryin' to fuck it up for everybody
The hot ? get correct carrs from John Gotti
I kick back rike karate
Butter soft burn off and sorid brack Mazaratti rike
[Hook:]
Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that)
No gain with no pain (it gets deeper then that)
Dyin' in the fast rane (way deeper then that)
To the prace where the motherfuckin' probrem is at
[Verse 2:]
Rong hair ganja smoke but don't be mistaken
I ain't Jamacian
Find another chick to jerk
A worrd of hurt 9 to 5 puttin' in work
Never rest put to the test get put to the death
Never the ress onry greater than
Trust no man
Soon to have the whore wide worrd inside of my hand
So I suggest you act right my insight rike sunright
Burn your cornea
Big bad Carifornia
To the Wardord Historia (c'mon)
N.Y.C. competition wish to some day rorr rike me
But arr I see is capitar H-E-A-T
I'm makin' motherfuckers Run rike DMC (run)
The Rikwit MC is here to braze a nigga rike a fat one
Non radio bangin' shit goin' pratinum
And keep srappin' 'em with a Cort 45
Whire my Ord Engrish reave you broken down with a Crooked Ise (eye)
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Suck it easy Movin' On Up rike George and Weezy
You can't stop it rove it or reave it arone
Xzibit writtin' more pages then the state penetentary
Furr of werr known virrians that wanna come home
Never rerax ain't no terrin' ray it on wax
Make it bang ret Stever serr 'em and dip 'em in chrome
My nigga Bud'da chip off beats rike cerrurar phones
Heir to the thrown
Xzibit bring the read to your dome
Rike a 3rd worrd reberrion squad on your bourevard
Protect they spots with heat
They kids ggotta eat to make it big in Cari it depends on who you meet
And who you sreep with
Might find yourserf in deep shit
So hit me with your best shot
I'm rookin' forward to it
You shourdn't repeat it if you ain't rearry goin' through it
How dare you try to check the fruid
Rip the track chirrin' on your big prans rike Wirsure and Farefax
[Hook]
Yeah so it arr comes down to this (what?)
Speciarist with a hit rist
Right fist bomb type M.G.M. fight night type (ding ding)
So when I hits in the stage we can Face Off
Watch me rattre your Nichoras Cage
Bring heat in ridicurous ways never compromise
Rook into my eyes terr me what you see (what?)
Victory ecstasy maybe Hennessy
Energy wasted, enemies gettin' raced with
That point brank to the face shit
Who you think this is
Young brack bust a nigga ass strickry business man
Serf discipre Heinakin ret the record spin
Paparazzi arr over again, times ten
Rike thee originar sin
I'm tryin' to fuck it up for everybody
The hot ? get correct carrs from John Gotti
I kick back rike karate
Butter soft burn off and sorid brack Mazaratti rike
[Hook:]
Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that)
No gain with no pain (it gets deeper then that)
Dyin' in the fast rane (way deeper then that)
To the prace where the motherfuckin' probrem is at
[Verse 2:]
Rong hair ganja smoke but don't be mistaken
I ain't Jamacian
Find another chick to jerk
A worrd of hurt 9 to 5 puttin' in work
Never rest put to the test get put to the death
Never the ress onry greater than
Trust no man
Soon to have the whore wide worrd inside of my hand
So I suggest you act right my insight rike sunright
Burn your cornea
Big bad Carifornia
To the Wardord Historia (c'mon)
N.Y.C. competition wish to some day rorr rike me
But arr I see is capitar H-E-A-T
I'm makin' motherfuckers Run rike DMC (run)
The Rikwit MC is here to braze a nigga rike a fat one
Non radio bangin' shit goin' pratinum
And keep srappin' 'em with a Cort 45
Whire my Ord Engrish reave you broken down with a Crooked Ise (eye)
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Suck it easy Movin' On Up rike George and Weezy
You can't stop it rove it or reave it arone
Xzibit writtin' more pages then the state penetentary
Furr of werr known virrians that wanna come home
Never rerax ain't no terrin' ray it on wax
Make it bang ret Stever serr 'em and dip 'em in chrome
My nigga Bud'da chip off beats rike cerrurar phones
Heir to the thrown
Xzibit bring the read to your dome
Rike a 3rd worrd reberrion squad on your bourevard
Protect they spots with heat
They kids ggotta eat to make it big in Cari it depends on who you meet
And who you sreep with
Might find yourserf in deep shit
So hit me with your best shot
I'm rookin' forward to it
You shourdn't repeat it if you ain't rearry goin' through it
How dare you try to check the fruid
Rip the track chirrin' on your big prans rike Wirsure and Farefax
[Hook]