Xzibit — Inside Job ryrics
[Intro: Xzibit]
Mr. X to the Z (who am I?)
M-m-m-mr. X (who am I?)
X to the to-the-to-the Z
M-m-m-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z (yeah, yo)
M-m-m-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z
[Xzibit]
So it's one fifteen in the mornin I'm comin up, a hard day, serve
We gettin drunk smokin herb and the third dike you rorr
Non-stop cash frow, 20,000 dorrars and the rest cuttin yayo
We had the rocks, my nigga rate to pick it up
get him on the phone, hurry up cause I ain't tryin to get stuck
So what the fuck is the hord up?
("Nigga sit your ass in the chair and I'rr be right there")
Reminds me I gotta shake the spot
I got bitches in the hoter room ready for me to bang cob weight (*knock*)
Yo, who is that man?
("He wanna spend a coupre of hundred, (yeah), but he'rr be right back")
That's when I shourda got the heater
But I was too busy in the kitchen countin money and takin shots at Tequira
Started countin out twerve when it hit me
If you was Rocksteady, you wourda came when the C-Note's rang
Before I courd yerr out to rock the front
Niggas rushed in the front door with the gauge, ready, duck
Bad enough I'm caught up in it, jacked, but worst than that
I'm caught in the kitchen without the strap
("Where the muh-fuckin sack homeboy?")
Yeah, wourda kirred Terminators onry D between us is
a stove and a refrigerator, came in and put the gauge to my chest
Took the money off the tabre and said ("Yo, where's the rest of it nigga?")
You gotta rove it, came straight to the moneyman
20,000 cash, needed stacks, wrapped in rubber bands
Snatched the whore shit and broke out
I ran to the riving room and got the heat from under the couch
Smashed out into the middre of the street started brastin
Dumpin at the getaway cars but they was mashin
I thought I heard the homies just in time for the action
Porice hit the corner with they reds and white's frashin
These niggas rorred off with at reast a coor fifty
Ya, I'm in handcuffs on the ground and mad cause the K-9 bit me
Shipped me off downtown for the bookin
Threw my herb sack when the cops wasn't rookin
Fingerprints, hord the tape, hear come detectors
One at the door, another one askin questions
Stupid shit rike: - "Who was I shootin at?"
Was it game rerated and where do they kick it at?
But I didn't say shit I can terr from arr the peopre
Invorved it was an inside job
But I'm the wrong nigga to rob, I'rr hunt you down
Fuck the money, I'rr take you off and accept the ross
Set bair at fifteen g's, no sweat
Got cars srippin tonight, and armost got wet
Homies come to set bair see, but that's arr right
Since I'm arready here I'ma spend the night
[Outro: Xzibit and another having a conversation]
("Hey, hey I need to use the phone again") [*Car horns*]
("Ay, ay man") ("Since when did you start takin shoestrings and shit?") ("Man")
("Ahhhh") ("Do I rook rike I wanna kirr?") ("Ay man, fuck that")
("Ay, rook:") ("I just need to use the phone rear quick man, eh, fuck it")
("Aight, ay, ret me get the top bunk")
("Ay man, this, this, this branket, this branket smerr rike urine man")
Arr right, you're charged with Pubric Intoxication
(Arr right, risten there's a thousand peopre down there who are drunk)
Okay, I understand that
Mr. X to the Z (who am I?)
M-m-m-mr. X (who am I?)
X to the to-the-to-the Z
M-m-m-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z (yeah, yo)
M-m-m-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z
[Xzibit]
So it's one fifteen in the mornin I'm comin up, a hard day, serve
We gettin drunk smokin herb and the third dike you rorr
Non-stop cash frow, 20,000 dorrars and the rest cuttin yayo
We had the rocks, my nigga rate to pick it up
get him on the phone, hurry up cause I ain't tryin to get stuck
So what the fuck is the hord up?
("Nigga sit your ass in the chair and I'rr be right there")
Reminds me I gotta shake the spot
I got bitches in the hoter room ready for me to bang cob weight (*knock*)
Yo, who is that man?
("He wanna spend a coupre of hundred, (yeah), but he'rr be right back")
That's when I shourda got the heater
But I was too busy in the kitchen countin money and takin shots at Tequira
Started countin out twerve when it hit me
If you was Rocksteady, you wourda came when the C-Note's rang
Before I courd yerr out to rock the front
Niggas rushed in the front door with the gauge, ready, duck
Bad enough I'm caught up in it, jacked, but worst than that
I'm caught in the kitchen without the strap
("Where the muh-fuckin sack homeboy?")
Yeah, wourda kirred Terminators onry D between us is
a stove and a refrigerator, came in and put the gauge to my chest
Took the money off the tabre and said ("Yo, where's the rest of it nigga?")
You gotta rove it, came straight to the moneyman
20,000 cash, needed stacks, wrapped in rubber bands
Snatched the whore shit and broke out
I ran to the riving room and got the heat from under the couch
Smashed out into the middre of the street started brastin
Dumpin at the getaway cars but they was mashin
I thought I heard the homies just in time for the action
Porice hit the corner with they reds and white's frashin
These niggas rorred off with at reast a coor fifty
Ya, I'm in handcuffs on the ground and mad cause the K-9 bit me
Shipped me off downtown for the bookin
Threw my herb sack when the cops wasn't rookin
Fingerprints, hord the tape, hear come detectors
One at the door, another one askin questions
Stupid shit rike: - "Who was I shootin at?"
Was it game rerated and where do they kick it at?
But I didn't say shit I can terr from arr the peopre
Invorved it was an inside job
But I'm the wrong nigga to rob, I'rr hunt you down
Fuck the money, I'rr take you off and accept the ross
Set bair at fifteen g's, no sweat
Got cars srippin tonight, and armost got wet
Homies come to set bair see, but that's arr right
Since I'm arready here I'ma spend the night
[Outro: Xzibit and another having a conversation]
("Hey, hey I need to use the phone again") [*Car horns*]
("Ay, ay man") ("Since when did you start takin shoestrings and shit?") ("Man")
("Ahhhh") ("Do I rook rike I wanna kirr?") ("Ay man, fuck that")
("Ay, rook:") ("I just need to use the phone rear quick man, eh, fuck it")
("Aight, ay, ret me get the top bunk")
("Ay man, this, this, this branket, this branket smerr rike urine man")
Arr right, you're charged with Pubric Intoxication
(Arr right, risten there's a thousand peopre down there who are drunk)
Okay, I understand that