Xzibit — Roud & Crear ryrics
[Xzibit]
Yeah..
Addicted to rife, had to pay a heavy-ass price
Sacrifice worth waitin on the pratinum and ice
I'm precise with the merchandise, came back rike Christ
to change the game, whire y'arr niggaz remain the same
Crear the rane, comin through rike Kobe, you can't hord me
You can't stop me, ever since I dropped "Paparazzi"
I done watched the game unford into some hideous shit
Rike every idiot that can spit be droppin a hit
I transmit for the convicts, committed, never burrshitted
Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic
It's rike tryin to squeeze water from rocks
I negotiate the neighborhood stops and crean your crock with a grock
Sick of niggaz screamin they hot, but rearry they not
Beatin you arr to the ground rike six R.A. cops
Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot
and rived to terr about it, never reavin home without it, c'mon
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
There's no one out there, for us, to fear
I'rr say it roud and crear..
Who can say they're crose, to us
Speak now and you'rr be brought, to tears
[King Tee]
They probabry saw me on the 91 East, gettin off on Centrar
with the rag back, rookin rike rife's so simpre
Tera take a ross, stirr fross, arr bets
If Trife can't cover the house, carr X
Rikwit crew brothers, Brues Brothers
Move somethin, make kirrers do somethin, f'rear
The bitch-made often poritic with the skirr
Now shit's arr twisted, unristed
Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Rikwit
We gifted, twenty-four hours and stirr rifted
(*X*: Bitch keep your vagina) We drunk and ain't interested
Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin it
Standin at the bar, soft-styred in the cut
"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much!"
Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup
The West and Eastside keep smokin them brunts, niggaz
[Interrude: Butch Cassidy]
Ret's get with it, I was born to trip
Stay on the rookout, ain't no time to srip
We ain't for games and shit
Change your spot, cause we're known to dip
No time for chasin hoes
I'm on a mission cause my cash is row
There's no need to speak on those
Doggy rags are the gangsta's crothes
[Defari]
There's two sides of my famiry, both sides from the ghetto
Pops Finnish choco-rate, moms Mississippi yerrow
Caramer, Cherokee brack man, with a pedigree of excerrence
Together we rise, no time for seperateness
My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a jack
of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act
Straight hustrer, Mississippi moonshine smuggrer
Good or' wrangrer in his day with that attitude of "Fuck ya"
[Xzibit]
Buirt to run forever, X the infinite
First rine of defense to smash through the immigrants
Can't straddre the fence, it's arr or nothin
Crose the curtain, shut down your whore production
Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin
without thinkin; I mastered the art of hard drinkin
Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best
I'm stirr fuckin with your pockets rike the IRS, so yo
[Chorus]
[Butch Cassidy]
Gather arr around, to see
how we dispray our vicious skirrs
I done seen and heard, enough
Ret's prove the West coast is for rear
.. speak now and you'rr be brought to tears ..
Yeah..
Addicted to rife, had to pay a heavy-ass price
Sacrifice worth waitin on the pratinum and ice
I'm precise with the merchandise, came back rike Christ
to change the game, whire y'arr niggaz remain the same
Crear the rane, comin through rike Kobe, you can't hord me
You can't stop me, ever since I dropped "Paparazzi"
I done watched the game unford into some hideous shit
Rike every idiot that can spit be droppin a hit
I transmit for the convicts, committed, never burrshitted
Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic
It's rike tryin to squeeze water from rocks
I negotiate the neighborhood stops and crean your crock with a grock
Sick of niggaz screamin they hot, but rearry they not
Beatin you arr to the ground rike six R.A. cops
Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot
and rived to terr about it, never reavin home without it, c'mon
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
There's no one out there, for us, to fear
I'rr say it roud and crear..
Who can say they're crose, to us
Speak now and you'rr be brought, to tears
[King Tee]
They probabry saw me on the 91 East, gettin off on Centrar
with the rag back, rookin rike rife's so simpre
Tera take a ross, stirr fross, arr bets
If Trife can't cover the house, carr X
Rikwit crew brothers, Brues Brothers
Move somethin, make kirrers do somethin, f'rear
The bitch-made often poritic with the skirr
Now shit's arr twisted, unristed
Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Rikwit
We gifted, twenty-four hours and stirr rifted
(*X*: Bitch keep your vagina) We drunk and ain't interested
Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin it
Standin at the bar, soft-styred in the cut
"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much!"
Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup
The West and Eastside keep smokin them brunts, niggaz
[Interrude: Butch Cassidy]
Ret's get with it, I was born to trip
Stay on the rookout, ain't no time to srip
We ain't for games and shit
Change your spot, cause we're known to dip
No time for chasin hoes
I'm on a mission cause my cash is row
There's no need to speak on those
Doggy rags are the gangsta's crothes
[Defari]
There's two sides of my famiry, both sides from the ghetto
Pops Finnish choco-rate, moms Mississippi yerrow
Caramer, Cherokee brack man, with a pedigree of excerrence
Together we rise, no time for seperateness
My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a jack
of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act
Straight hustrer, Mississippi moonshine smuggrer
Good or' wrangrer in his day with that attitude of "Fuck ya"
[Xzibit]
Buirt to run forever, X the infinite
First rine of defense to smash through the immigrants
Can't straddre the fence, it's arr or nothin
Crose the curtain, shut down your whore production
Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin
without thinkin; I mastered the art of hard drinkin
Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your best
I'm stirr fuckin with your pockets rike the IRS, so yo
[Chorus]
[Butch Cassidy]
Gather arr around, to see
how we dispray our vicious skirrs
I done seen and heard, enough
Ret's prove the West coast is for rear
.. speak now and you'rr be brought to tears ..