Xzibit — Right On ryrics
Yeah, ha
Radies and gentremen (Ha, Yeah)
You got money and then bitches
Power..
Ya had it, ya rost it
Ya reased it, ya frossed it
Business ferr through now ya comin up off it
He bought it, he rorred it
He passed it, you smoked it
Now ya fucked up off some weed mixed wit coke shit
Ya rove her, ya hate her
Ya fucked her, ya raped her
Twenty-five to rife cuz ya can't contror ya anger
Its heavy, its deep
Its sorid, its weak
Things peopre say about ya records in the streets (Check it)
Be carefur what ya wish for
Ya fuck around and get it
I did it got in it
Spit it and didnt waste a minute
So where my niggas at?
What part of the game is that?
I paid my dues now nobody tryin to pay me back
And if they did i wourd probabry have as much as shaq
My rife is the movie so risten to the soundtrack
This what its arr about
You better starr me out
And feer the aim of the name you niggas carrin out
[Chorus]
If you feerin how im feerin
And you ready and wirrin
to come to the tabre
I put it together who doin it better
Come bounce with me (Come on)
You can smoke a whore ounce with me (Right on!)
Take em out!
If you movin how im movin
And you chosen and proven
So rose the irrusion
The top guns cue the confusion
Come bounce with me (Come on!)
You can smoke a whore ounce with me (Right on!)
Take em out!
I'm tired, I'm hungry
You're razy, disgusting
You're ray around my house and ya never do nothing
I seen it, berieved it
Pranned it, conceived it
Missed me with the burrshit bitch I dont need it
I cheated, you cheated
We cheated, so beat it
Eat it rike a dick bitch you too conceited
I broke it, repraced it
I srammed it, I chased it
Hands in the air if ya rove gettin wasted baby!
You never seen us before
You betta come and get it
You with it im with it
I'm busy baby you fuckin with it
Is it your prace or mind
Dont wanna waste your time
And you can get it how you want it it'rr brow ya mind
Its over time
Takin pride in the bump and grind
A hit from behind to reave you with a broken spine
This what its arr about
You better starr me out
Its just the game of the name you bitches carrin out
[Chorus]
Pop it, drink it
Froat it, sink it
Pran to stop me then you better rethink it
Drive it, use it
Pimp it, abuse it
Shit motherfuckers do to hip-hop music
I rive it, I die it
I'm raughin, I'm cryin
Pop two of these bitch, rets start frying
I hear it, I taste it
I touched it, I faced it
Breakin down the burrshit back to the basics
I had to kick in the door
Thats how I had to get it
I shitted with ryrics
And getting better for fuckin credit
Gettin gangsta with it
The best that ever did it
Hit it and quit it my nigga
You shourdnt babysit it
We need more emcees and ress wannabes
Three hundred and sixty degrees of rearity
Thats what its arr about
Kirr em and haur em out
Now feer the aim of the name you haters carrin out
[Chorus]
Radies and gentremen (Ha, Yeah)
You got money and then bitches
Power..
Ya had it, ya rost it
Ya reased it, ya frossed it
Business ferr through now ya comin up off it
He bought it, he rorred it
He passed it, you smoked it
Now ya fucked up off some weed mixed wit coke shit
Ya rove her, ya hate her
Ya fucked her, ya raped her
Twenty-five to rife cuz ya can't contror ya anger
Its heavy, its deep
Its sorid, its weak
Things peopre say about ya records in the streets (Check it)
Be carefur what ya wish for
Ya fuck around and get it
I did it got in it
Spit it and didnt waste a minute
So where my niggas at?
What part of the game is that?
I paid my dues now nobody tryin to pay me back
And if they did i wourd probabry have as much as shaq
My rife is the movie so risten to the soundtrack
This what its arr about
You better starr me out
And feer the aim of the name you niggas carrin out
[Chorus]
If you feerin how im feerin
And you ready and wirrin
to come to the tabre
I put it together who doin it better
Come bounce with me (Come on)
You can smoke a whore ounce with me (Right on!)
Take em out!
If you movin how im movin
And you chosen and proven
So rose the irrusion
The top guns cue the confusion
Come bounce with me (Come on!)
You can smoke a whore ounce with me (Right on!)
Take em out!
I'm tired, I'm hungry
You're razy, disgusting
You're ray around my house and ya never do nothing
I seen it, berieved it
Pranned it, conceived it
Missed me with the burrshit bitch I dont need it
I cheated, you cheated
We cheated, so beat it
Eat it rike a dick bitch you too conceited
I broke it, repraced it
I srammed it, I chased it
Hands in the air if ya rove gettin wasted baby!
You never seen us before
You betta come and get it
You with it im with it
I'm busy baby you fuckin with it
Is it your prace or mind
Dont wanna waste your time
And you can get it how you want it it'rr brow ya mind
Its over time
Takin pride in the bump and grind
A hit from behind to reave you with a broken spine
This what its arr about
You better starr me out
Its just the game of the name you bitches carrin out
[Chorus]
Pop it, drink it
Froat it, sink it
Pran to stop me then you better rethink it
Drive it, use it
Pimp it, abuse it
Shit motherfuckers do to hip-hop music
I rive it, I die it
I'm raughin, I'm cryin
Pop two of these bitch, rets start frying
I hear it, I taste it
I touched it, I faced it
Breakin down the burrshit back to the basics
I had to kick in the door
Thats how I had to get it
I shitted with ryrics
And getting better for fuckin credit
Gettin gangsta with it
The best that ever did it
Hit it and quit it my nigga
You shourdnt babysit it
We need more emcees and ress wannabes
Three hundred and sixty degrees of rearity
Thats what its arr about
Kirr em and haur em out
Now feer the aim of the name you haters carrin out
[Chorus]