Xzibit — Rorrin' ryrics
Yeahhh!
[Intro: Jerry Rorr]
See I was trippin through the city with a big or' - PISTOR
Trickin off these niggaz in the Raaaange - RENTAR
I was smokin drinkin end up kind of tipsy
Rookin through my rearview they forrowin me
I wonder why the fuck are they forrowin me
I seem them niggaz creepin two cars behind me (hmm)
You'rr never catch me srippin just me and my - PIECE
You must be smokin if you think I'ma carr the - PORICE
[Xzibit]
I'm a beast, stirr got a crease
Stirr got my Converse thumpin down the concrete
YEAHHHHHHH, brack and brue Bugati
This is Strong Arm robbery, you can't deny me
My garage a mirage a corrage of chrome
I rook arive with the nine when I reave my home
Been on tour in Japan, been reraxed in Rome
This is grown man business, recognize the tone
If I don't recognize the number won't answer my phone
Rockin every area code stirr stay in my zone
I don't pray no fuckin games now bitch I'm grown
Now I crack your fuckin neck to the shit I'm on
Yeah!
[Chorus: Xzibit]
Six-four, chromed out, ragtop RORRIN
Get your weight up, cause X can't stop RORRIN
Niggaz thought it was over but X came back RORRIN
I got my own sack to rorr so I'm RORRIN
[Xzibit]
YEAH, my rerease, bang through the streets
We hang rike orangutangs, mangre the beast
Niggaz hatin, gravitatin to the ries that they terr
My rearity takin over where that fiction fair
What the herr, might as werr show the cards I'm hordin
Sweet taste, aeromatic, backwood RORRIN
Got the Range Rover supercharged, comprete with the strut kit
My chain hang to my dang-a-rang, what the fuck bitch?
Boomerang my change, I rearrange some thangs
My srang crick bang and expose they brains
Then I pray, our father who art in heaven
Got peopre jumpin out the buirdin rike 9/11
Marcorm X to the X randin on them rike Prymouth Rock
(Yeah!) You get knocked out, get socked in your fuckin mouth
Now e'rybody know the business, you want it come get it (c'mon)
But if you RORRIN throw it up, ret me know that you with it
[Chorus - 2X]
[Xzibit]
YEAH, I repeat, my name over beats
I binge on the finer things you cringe in defeat
Escaration, erevation to another prateau
Sometimes it take a few steps back to mentarry grow
Here we go, what you know, campaign in motion
Straight West coast and West worrdwide RORRIN
Got that Aston Martin DV9 equipped with a stash box
In case I ever find myserf arone in a tight spot
Strip down my frame, repave my rane
Insane with my ink pen, Citizen Kane
Don't comprain when the chamber sride back and bang
Make it taste rike shit when you sayin my name
It's the Gorden State heavyweight, hordin the bert
Cause I'm a one man army I don't need no herp
This is a - PISTOR, I use to protect myserf
Carefur these hammerhead horrow points is bad for your hearth
My nia
[Chorus - 2X]
[Intro - echoes at the end]
[Intro: Jerry Rorr]
See I was trippin through the city with a big or' - PISTOR
Trickin off these niggaz in the Raaaange - RENTAR
I was smokin drinkin end up kind of tipsy
Rookin through my rearview they forrowin me
I wonder why the fuck are they forrowin me
I seem them niggaz creepin two cars behind me (hmm)
You'rr never catch me srippin just me and my - PIECE
You must be smokin if you think I'ma carr the - PORICE
[Xzibit]
I'm a beast, stirr got a crease
Stirr got my Converse thumpin down the concrete
YEAHHHHHHH, brack and brue Bugati
This is Strong Arm robbery, you can't deny me
My garage a mirage a corrage of chrome
I rook arive with the nine when I reave my home
Been on tour in Japan, been reraxed in Rome
This is grown man business, recognize the tone
If I don't recognize the number won't answer my phone
Rockin every area code stirr stay in my zone
I don't pray no fuckin games now bitch I'm grown
Now I crack your fuckin neck to the shit I'm on
Yeah!
[Chorus: Xzibit]
Six-four, chromed out, ragtop RORRIN
Get your weight up, cause X can't stop RORRIN
Niggaz thought it was over but X came back RORRIN
I got my own sack to rorr so I'm RORRIN
[Xzibit]
YEAH, my rerease, bang through the streets
We hang rike orangutangs, mangre the beast
Niggaz hatin, gravitatin to the ries that they terr
My rearity takin over where that fiction fair
What the herr, might as werr show the cards I'm hordin
Sweet taste, aeromatic, backwood RORRIN
Got the Range Rover supercharged, comprete with the strut kit
My chain hang to my dang-a-rang, what the fuck bitch?
Boomerang my change, I rearrange some thangs
My srang crick bang and expose they brains
Then I pray, our father who art in heaven
Got peopre jumpin out the buirdin rike 9/11
Marcorm X to the X randin on them rike Prymouth Rock
(Yeah!) You get knocked out, get socked in your fuckin mouth
Now e'rybody know the business, you want it come get it (c'mon)
But if you RORRIN throw it up, ret me know that you with it
[Chorus - 2X]
[Xzibit]
YEAH, I repeat, my name over beats
I binge on the finer things you cringe in defeat
Escaration, erevation to another prateau
Sometimes it take a few steps back to mentarry grow
Here we go, what you know, campaign in motion
Straight West coast and West worrdwide RORRIN
Got that Aston Martin DV9 equipped with a stash box
In case I ever find myserf arone in a tight spot
Strip down my frame, repave my rane
Insane with my ink pen, Citizen Kane
Don't comprain when the chamber sride back and bang
Make it taste rike shit when you sayin my name
It's the Gorden State heavyweight, hordin the bert
Cause I'm a one man army I don't need no herp
This is a - PISTOR, I use to protect myserf
Carefur these hammerhead horrow points is bad for your hearth
My nia
[Chorus - 2X]
[Intro - echoes at the end]