Trunk shit Xzibit

November 1, 2008

Trunk shit Xzibit
Burnin motherfuckers to the third degree
Burnin all the way to four when it’s time for an encore
Hardcore, unexplanable like the Trinity
Taking out the enemy with double shots of Hennessey
And ain’t no such thing as a survivor
Seal the blunt with saliva set it on fire
While I dominate brainstorm like McGyver
I make fakes deteriorate like Richard Pryor
Now who’s the liar, who’s the man with the answers
Am I the Xzibit or breakin down like branches
Tryin to survive in this high price of livin
That’s only most niggaz is dead or in prison
And a whole new style of livin

We are at an all time low like Jacques Cousteau
We got the minors and the majors and I just went pro
I’m like Shadrac Meshack Abendago
It’s way too hot niggas gotta shake the spot
We put you all up in knots but yo it’s all for a reason
As long as I’m sweatin and breathin it’s open season
On any emcee that flash his brights in my gunsights
In the shade, paid, from the bitchm-ade
Took the test made the grade now we in the cut
You can’t handle the static you don’t wanna turn it up
Your eyes my shine, teeth may grit, and all of that shit
But you still won’t step so come next
to a whole new style of livin

Burnin motherfuckers to the third degree
Burnin all the way to four when it’s time for an encore
Hardcore, unexplanable like the Trinity
Taking out the enemy with double shots of Hennessey
And ain’t no such thing as a survivor
Seal the blunt with saliva set it on fire
While I dominate brainstorm like McGyver
I make fakes deteriorate like Richard Pryor
Now who’s the liar, who’s the man with the answers
Am I the Xzibit or breakin down like branches
Tryin to survive in this high price of livin
That’s only most niggaz is dead or in prison
And a whole new style of livin


Ram part division Xzibit

November 1, 2008

Ram part division Xzibit
[Chorus- Xzibit]
I’m the police, I’m the police
I’m the police, I’m the police

[Verse 1-Xzibit]
I love my fucking rob, and I don’t want to stop
Ever since I was a child, I wanted to be a cop
You know protect and serve, a couple traffic stops
I make a bust, and take something out the top
A thin blue line, we run these streets
You bang on them, but never bang on me
I cell search, stepping on pillows and sheets
I’m the police, treat a nigga just like fresh meat
I got a short wick, on some New York shit
Take you to the precinct and fuck you with a broomstick
I patrol your hood, put you on my hood
Leave you in the wrong hood, got it understood
PC 647b, that’s a prostitute, plus she kind of cute
She don’t want to jail, well bitch I’ll tell you what
Get on your muthafuckin’ knees, suck my partner up

[Chorus]
I’m the police, I’m the police
I’m the police, I’m the police

[Verse 2- Xzibit]
You know a couple of muthafuckas was giving us grief
Pulled a couple strings, dodge the media beef
Ever since them niggaz in black said “Fuck the police”
I been grinding on the back of my teeth, loading my piece
Waiting for some, get back like it or not
We investigated the shots, that killed Biggie and Pac
Ever wonder why nobody ever figured it out
Cause we the ones that got to figure it out
I shout freeze at the top of my lungs
I’m the cream of the crop
You don’t stop you get popped by my warning shots
And if you try to come back, with a civil suit
I sit back and watch my system take a shit on you

[bridge}
Order in the court, Order in the court
That muthafucka shot me, case dismissed
Ha Ha Ha Ha, police
I’m the police

[Verse 3- Xzibit]
You see this fuckin’ badge, you see these fuckin’ lights
I’m in your neighborhood rolling on you every night
You faggots run and duck, look at you scared as fuck
You see me coming in your mirror niggaz straighten up
Turn that hat around, I’m here to take you down
Hey partner look at these weapons and this coke I found
I’m going to let it slide, show you who you can trust
And if you want to keep selling, nigga you sell for us
Make you a 1030, I’ll get you hands dirty
Murder for hire, professional liar
I plan to make police chief and then retire
I remember when you set your own hood on fire
I reinforce the freeways, to bring the tanks
So the next time y’all trip, fuck bloods and crips
Cause we the biggest gang in L.A.
Ramp Part, fuck with us, get blown away

[Chorus]
I’m the police, I’m the police
I’m the police, I’m the police


The gambler Xzibit

November 1, 2008

The gambler Xzibit
[Xzibit]
Yeah.. welcome.. yeah.. huh.. there’s plenty of room for everybody man..
yeah.. bangin.. come on.. yeah.. look..

[Xzibit]
Huh, Stay in my lane like a hustla
Never hate a motherfucker,tolerate a motherfucker
To a certain extent
When it’s on, it’s over
Don’t get no chance to get popping
Forgotten about you before your body cold in a coffin
Just another failed attempt, you fall through the cracks
Sure as God made man, the first man was Black
The Black man made pyramids and gangsta rap
That’s all I know, cuz poppa didn’t raise no rats
Face the facts not the fiction
I Build my empire from a pocket full of stones
And a fifth of ambition
Niggas wanna ball but they never wanna listen
so instead of coming up, they just, come up missin
My mission is to hit with precision, shake whole continents
Crush niggas’ confidence, expose my dominance
Without no conflict, you’ll never have progress
I’m sending this one out to all the neighborhoods and projects, I’m a

[Chorus – A.H. singing (Xzibit)]
One shot gambler (Yeah) Two shot gambler (Come on)
Three-time felon with that itch for dough
These madd street (Whuttup) Got me puffin on dro’
I’m guilty (What) Tryna make a living (Work it)
Thirty-eight albums and still no dollars (Come on)
And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo’? (Yeah)
These madd street (Uh) Got me puffin on dro’ (Uh)
I’m guilty ..For tryna make a living

[Xzibit]
Bitch I ain’t tryna holler at you (nah)
I’m just wanna drink, smoke, fuck and toss a couple dollars at you
I’m fightin dirty, I’ll take thirty of you motherfuckers
I’m throwing cheapshots, low-blows and suckerpunches
I’m not for the games, I’m not in the mood
Not to be confused with dudes that fumble and lose
Xzibit move when I hear oppurtunity knockin
But I’ma shoot straight through the door if you comin with problems
It’s too crowded at the bottom, too lonely at the top
Ain’t no inbetween, trust me, like it or not
We gon’ be here forever like cops and roaches
Do not approach us, ferocious, we pop them toasters, nigga

[Interlude – A.H. (X)]
I’ma have to hit the block, then around to my hoes
I got a haze, two trays, and a change of clothes, cuz
Pimpin’ ain’t easy y’all,it’s too sleazy
Too greasy, and I can’t take it easy!

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Everytime I try to get out
I get dragged right the fuck back in, it’s like I’m never gon’ win
Nigga got the whole world on his back
Overeact, matter fact we act like when animals attack
I know, pussy sells faster than crack, ambassador rap
Twist back your salary cap, who fuckin with that?
Welcome to the X games, enjoy my pain
Inhale my smoke, it’s hard not to cough or choke
Motorola nigga up the old fashion way
This ain’t rap, this is shit that I was born to say
Though lately I been having dillemas, with insignificant niggas
And half-ass rappers that think they can get it
We the Golden State, we keep the whole thing bouncing
Y’all move units, we move mountains
Y’all rap for bullshit, tryna be on T.V.
We seen you, now we don’t like Chandra Levy, I’ma


Kenny Parker show 2001 Xzibit

November 1, 2008

Kenny Parker show 2001 Xzibit
[KRS-One]
You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. Dre
You know what time it is!
Xzibit steps up to the mic
layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground
My name is KRS-One, and it’s REAL!!

[Xzibit]
Well it’s me, down with D-R-E
X to the Z rocks any party
Rocks the beats, and the breaks
Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place
Cause suckers shake, while I’m creatin
They get together and they start to hatin
How can we take him out one time
cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes
I might go first, and he’ll go second
I’ll wreck ’em, deck ’em, set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot shit I like
So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice
Cause I’ll go third, and he’ll go fourth
By the fifth eat shit, you’ll step off
Six is your beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelveth I go for self
Rockin L.A. like no one else..
You can check any rapper from the underground scene
but few have dropped hot shit and seen green
Some have dope twelve inches, count ’em
But not many niggaz have slammin albums
X to the Z rocks consistantly
I’m “Criminal Minded” so don’t fuck with me
Why? Well that’s my secret baby
I don’t take shit, so fuck you, pay me
So you can call me, a public servant
Not a king but a teacher I believe I’ve earned it
So I just walk, or ride my bike
and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight
Give me a chance and I’ll rock the house
But let a motherfucker try to take me out
Cause male or female, I will strangle
If it’s a label, they have to untangle
Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids
Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge
Step right up if that’s what you like
but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke
In the night at a height right for flight
Way out of sight, you bite, I recite
My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white
as your faggot CEO say, “Well alright!”
.. I am your mentor
History is mine, it’s time you surrender motherfuckers
and just back up quickly
Your style is sickly but you persist to get me
or outwit me with the style that I created
years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes
Oh, all of a sudden you don’t know
or can’t remember can’t recall can’t bring to mind
that rhyme that place do not chase
I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE
In case you hate I won’t write no tough rap
Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped

[KRS-One]
Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!
I don’t think they understand this shit!
Break this shit over they backs!

[Xzibit]
I don’t dress up to rap or keep a hairdo
I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew
I deny your existence as artists
You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it’s weak
but when you speak through the microphone
you fail to realize, nope, you’re not alone on the earth
The light comes forth cause Mr. X
Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh
I snatch the mic and get hype
Behave, before you make the news front page
Headed for the grave and the wake
So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK
And put a little pep in your step
X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation
in the nation, in creation
All you assholes in ANY occupation
Like rappers with nothin to say
I CRUSH ‘EM like chronic and then smoke ’em with Dre
Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I’d rather
gather together and splatter
whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over
when you push the record but don’t push the culture

[KRS-One]
Breakin, emceein, graffiti art, deejayin, beatboxin
Yo Xzibit, keep rockin!

[Xzibit]
Just throw your hands in the sky
Still believe real niggaz never die
And if you in this life just gettin by
Somebody say, “I’m high!”
(I’m high!) “I’m high!”
(I’m high!) Yeah, and you don’t stop
Yeah..

[KRS-One]
Woo pwoop, woop, woop woop!
You know what time it is
Pull over, all wack emcees, AHH-AHHH!
Yo.. YO! You are tuned in.. to the ultimate..
underground.. rawness! Straight off the street
Xzibit, turn it up..


Chamber music Xzibit

November 1, 2008

Chamber music Xzibit
Verse One:

The official representative, LAC
This is phrophecy manifested by X to the Z
Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants
Never get along like red and black ants, advance
When your staring and this concrete that move like liquid
Like a nigga withouth legs, I ain’t tryin to kick it
To much to finish, a menace, without enought time
My mind only give punchline, you probably thinkin of the wrong kind
Cause if it jokes, nigga know
The kind that drop on your eyes, your ears, your nose, and your throat
I promote self-defense not dollars and sense
Kick it with scholars and pimps, you just the last part over the fence
Assed out in the open, while you was hopin that Xzibit was second rate
But I refuse to make; just another record in the crate
I think not, got bee-bops
I bring it to your house like pizza

“Today we are on the streets of South Central Los Angelos, a fight for
survival”

“We have people that are conditioned not to expect to live past age thirty.
They no longer. Once they no longer care they’re extremely dangerous.”

Verse Two:

Stand at attention, make sure you keep your piece clean
When I release steam, police crime scenes to guillotines
Hit and decapatate the bird case, featherweight
Critical thinking, while you at water that concentrate
Xzibit crash the gate, heavyweight, box em in
Seal off the exits, then cut off your Oxygen
Xzibit run with a regiment of veterans
I only like to come out Late Night, like Dave Letterman
Time for some medicine, cause niggas bout to get sick
Callin me a hater cause I don’t ride dicks
Read my lips, we got problems like Bloods and Crips
Love the sound of clips when I know my shit
Chamber Music, this is for the ones with stone-face
That catch you at the right time in the wrong place
We unsafe, One-fifty-one with no chase and no ice
Take away your life like three strikes

Yeah, come on, Chamber Music

Verse Three:

So now Xzibit got a little money, I think its funny
How motherfuckers think I’m supposed to Cher/share like Sonny
Clarify, you don’t work you don’t eat, I repeat
You don’t eat you get weak, catch a fragile physique
Accomplish more in one day, than you can do in a week
The X-Man, Wolverine, one swing to make the cut clean
And the wrong things manifested in flesh
Fuck the game, I take the test, graduate, pass to the S-Class
Catch a roadrash, all you smell is hash
Chronic mix, bumpin the Liks
And dick you like a Hebron fix
Bear-arm from here to a hundred-tweny meters
Get black-walled, modern day Lee Harvey Oswald
The assassin, brother who came blastin
Take it without askin, rappers is all fashion
Xzibit keep mashing through
Got any lost words? I got two
Drive up, on you like that!

Once again Chamber Music, what what, yeah, what the deal? It’s Xzibit.

Get on the ground, get on the ground! Hands on the back of your head, Don’
Move Don’t Move! Get on the ground! * beat to fade *


Back 2 the way it was Xzibit

November 1, 2008

Back 2 the way it was Xzibit
Yeah.. yo.. c’mon
Ride wit me, lemme take you somewhere

[Xzibit]
My father was a soldier, my mother was a rider
I was born wit my fists balled up, I’ma fighter
Inspired, a real rhyme writer
Get past the past the future looks brighter
But, I wanna get it back to the way it was
Exchange blows, elbows and it was still love
A better time, better place in space
Cause nothin can erase, shame tat’ like my nigga Chase
Cause Bigga B will never be replaced, right
And I’ma scream it to the whole fuckin human race
Get a bar, get a taste
Enforce the muscle to ya hustle and ya did it with grace
Cause real niggaz don’t save face, they make movements
Back to the time when hip-hop was music
When N.W.A. got booed at the Apollo
Broke “Straight Outta Compton” and the whole world followed
Cause right now hip-hop is hollow
With no substance, X-Man with the roughness
Cause success can suck sometime
And many of us the way we act, we even lost our minds

[Chorus]
You can hold your breath, ’til your blue in the face
But you can never ever take my place
I stay strong whether right or I’m wrong
Through the struggle I will live on (now sing the song wit me)
You can speculate, on every breath I take
But you can never ever take my place
I stay strong whether right or I’m wrong
Through the struggle I will live on

[Xzibit]
Back to the day when +Cooley+ was +High+
Hustle big like Butch in the Y-B-I
We did it ‘n died, the gang still multiplied
Sock yo windpipe, cut yo air supply
Hypnotized, not by the glitz ‘n glamour
So fuck them cameras, all I need is clips and hammers
The X-Man said that the first rhyme out
Were my fans worth my time? The first line out, so
Here we are eight years strong and still movin
Groovin with a reputation ya can’t ruin
I wanna take it back how it used to be
Five thousand fucked up, rockin outta unity

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Was it the alcohol in you, the money the power the fame
that made you actually attempt to try to disgrace my name?
Played those games nigga when I was younger in life
‘Til I seen another man’s life cut short with a knife
Lose teeth, cause beef, no peace with us
Ya can’t hang, and ya sho’ can’t eat with us
When times get tough, the tough get rough and drastic
Never been blasted, never been an arrogant bastard
But I coulda been a lawyer, I shoulda been a doctor
I never been a actor, I’m nothin but a monster
I move in silence, speak with violence
Think with science, live free and walk with lions
Cats around me with gats like Yasser Arafat
It takes a nation of millions to hold me back
Pounds of cush to push what I’m talkin about
It’s hard to talk the talk with a gauge in yo mouth
It’s hard to walk the walk with ya back blew out
Don’t let the things that you can’t change stress you out
Cause X take the money and run, and raise a man from a son
And change the world with the power of one c’mon

[Chorus]


Alkaholik Xzibit

November 1, 2008

Alkaholik Xzibit
[X] C’mon
[E] Xzibit!
[X] Yeah..
[E] Ahh, ahh, E-Dub

[Xzibit]
It’s that millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go
Niggaz gettin knocked out is part of my show
Let ’em know who they fuckin with yo, a rhyme wrangler
Tri-angular push-up the hillside strangler
Dangle a, nigga by the ankle off the balcony
Now let his punk ass go, look out below (BELOWWWW)
It’s a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go down
We officially not fuckin around
Stuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box
(hah!) with my fresh pressed khakis in a slingshot
So heatbox all day in a nigga face
and all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate

[Chorus 2X: Xzibit *singing*]
Call it what you wanna call it
I’m a fuckin Alkaholik
Bring it if you really want it
Ain’t gotta put no extras on it!

[Erick Sermon]
Yo, I’m in the zone, and lyrically gone
Got the spot blown, BOOM! Oklahoma
Watch the aroma, catch those who love me
My underground dirty cats on dune buggies
I be the type to take your watch and flaunt it
Kidnap T. Lewis and Jimmy Jam on it
Yo, I bang a nigga head til his neck pop
Do a KRS-One to a “Black Cop”
X and E’s, out for cream
Get the money, while you stay broker than Al Bundy
Uhh, give it to y’all, in “Any Given Sunday”
With J. Foxx name the spot, make it hot
(I hate E so much right now!) Blow it down hooker bounce
come off the ropes like J. Snooka
(*X*: Two fly motherfuckers) You can’t fuck widdit
Backed by +Open Bar+, so y’all forget it

[Chorus]

[J-Ro]
J-McEnroe, cam smashin, party crashin
I eat MC’s like a ration
I’m sockin niggaz in they goatees
I leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies
I’m in the room with 10 G’s, countin ten G’s
cause we need a bag of weed (can you smell it?)
Now we need ten dimes, to blow on deez like wind chimes
Time to close the blinds cause you all in mines
I bought a bottle for the session, and did not share it
Drink so much Captain Mo’ all I need is a parrot
You took the Alkaholik challenge, and lost your balance
You underground, we under water drinkin liquid by the gallons

[Tash]
Slurred words, double vision, brain bustin, head rushin
Since I’m too drunk to walk, I rock a party on crutches
and still rush the roughest MC who wanna get it
Forget it, it’s Likwit, Tha Liks and, Xzibit
Ca-Tash on the blast the final piece to the puzzle
I slap bitches on the ass I slap tits up out the muzzle
I shuffle with the microphone, bang rhymes consistant
You wack and I’m Ca-Tash and that’s the motherfuckin difference
For instance, “21 and Over” set your clocks back
(Tick tock tick tock) Still standin where the rocks at
Two-thousand-one, we still young guns that’s +Restless+
(Thirty niggaz, sixty hoes) and that’s the motherfuckin guestlist!

[Chorus]