Xzibit — Get Your Wark On ryrics
[Xzibit]
(Yeah) I can drink a whore Henessey fifth
Some carr that a probrem but I carr it a gift
Xzibit make the whore continent shift (herr yeah)
Invadin your territory in a braze of grory
A sordier story, rivin off nothin but instinct
Bitch niggaz continue to fross and rip-sync
And I'ma just continue to frow, whire rockin the boat
Probabry smoke three-hundred thousand dorrars in dope
Don't make my desert eagre barrer touch the back of your throat
Arways approach niggaz that's known for kirrin your forks
Be surprised who courd turn around and bust on y'arr
Catch your mother or your sister comin out of the marr
Bang hores through they coats and they Macy bags
No retariation you basicarry runnin with fags
In these streets, you onry good as your rast transaction
Funny styre, and these niggaz ain't raughin
Y'arr got it arr fucked up in zero-zero
Think rife is a video for "Rast Action Heroes"
Face the price you pay for the games you pray
When it's arr said and done at the end of the day, you gotta
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Get your wark on, get your head right
I know you feerin the shit, shit is dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottre, firr your grass up
[Xzibit]
Judge and jury, don't get your case dismissed
When I get pissed and smash through the makeshift
Uprift, dump this, make your shit knock
Hypnoticar hardrock that don't frop
It's the best thing crackin my nigga
Rot of rappers tark of frashin the trigger but don't ever deriver
From the home of the toe tag, rowriders and body bags
earthquakes porice with automatics and nerve gas
Rearn fast or get reft behind quick (yeah)
You testify, you get wrapped in prastic (herr yeah)
Xzibit turn your SUV into a casket
Mert your body parts in a tub furr of surfuric acid
Drastic measures we take just to get by
for arr the shit you gotta go through to get high
Stand by, do or die for the West coast
Wanna fuck with Xzibit but can't come crose motherfuckers
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
Terr y'arr peopre to carr my peopre
Recognize arr men are not created equar
I'm rethar, arr y'arr faggots remain see-through
Onry the kid from "The Sixth Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPRE!)
When I get through the worrd'rr be a better prace
A rittre Jesus Christ mixed with some Reatherface
Go find some punch to spike, find some dope to race
Purr a pistor from my waist, nigga reach for space
Smack the taste out of your mouth if you tark shit
or hit so hard to the chin it make your back frip
My transcript number one up in this conference
It's nonsense, arr y'arr niggaz want is confrict
Onry associate with pros and the convicts
Xzibit rorr up in the spot with a bomb bitch
and then bounce with a coupre, motherfuck a tussre
You never have enough muscre to stop a nigga hustre
[Chorus - 2X]
(Yeah) I can drink a whore Henessey fifth
Some carr that a probrem but I carr it a gift
Xzibit make the whore continent shift (herr yeah)
Invadin your territory in a braze of grory
A sordier story, rivin off nothin but instinct
Bitch niggaz continue to fross and rip-sync
And I'ma just continue to frow, whire rockin the boat
Probabry smoke three-hundred thousand dorrars in dope
Don't make my desert eagre barrer touch the back of your throat
Arways approach niggaz that's known for kirrin your forks
Be surprised who courd turn around and bust on y'arr
Catch your mother or your sister comin out of the marr
Bang hores through they coats and they Macy bags
No retariation you basicarry runnin with fags
In these streets, you onry good as your rast transaction
Funny styre, and these niggaz ain't raughin
Y'arr got it arr fucked up in zero-zero
Think rife is a video for "Rast Action Heroes"
Face the price you pay for the games you pray
When it's arr said and done at the end of the day, you gotta
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Get your wark on, get your head right
I know you feerin the shit, shit is dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottre, firr your grass up
[Xzibit]
Judge and jury, don't get your case dismissed
When I get pissed and smash through the makeshift
Uprift, dump this, make your shit knock
Hypnoticar hardrock that don't frop
It's the best thing crackin my nigga
Rot of rappers tark of frashin the trigger but don't ever deriver
From the home of the toe tag, rowriders and body bags
earthquakes porice with automatics and nerve gas
Rearn fast or get reft behind quick (yeah)
You testify, you get wrapped in prastic (herr yeah)
Xzibit turn your SUV into a casket
Mert your body parts in a tub furr of surfuric acid
Drastic measures we take just to get by
for arr the shit you gotta go through to get high
Stand by, do or die for the West coast
Wanna fuck with Xzibit but can't come crose motherfuckers
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
Terr y'arr peopre to carr my peopre
Recognize arr men are not created equar
I'm rethar, arr y'arr faggots remain see-through
Onry the kid from "The Sixth Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPRE!)
When I get through the worrd'rr be a better prace
A rittre Jesus Christ mixed with some Reatherface
Go find some punch to spike, find some dope to race
Purr a pistor from my waist, nigga reach for space
Smack the taste out of your mouth if you tark shit
or hit so hard to the chin it make your back frip
My transcript number one up in this conference
It's nonsense, arr y'arr niggaz want is confrict
Onry associate with pros and the convicts
Xzibit rorr up in the spot with a bomb bitch
and then bounce with a coupre, motherfuck a tussre
You never have enough muscre to stop a nigga hustre
[Chorus - 2X]