Xzibit Ras Kass and Saafir lyrics
Xzibit Ras Kass and Saafir lyrics
"3 Card Molly Lyrics"
Yippie Lyrics
i-yi-yippie-i-ay-tell me which way the wind is blowing and i-yi-yippie-i-o-no-not even if the gods are rolling say please - string those beads - place your gets - put away your wallet more grease on those knees - or have it any which way you call it never goin back when you're hands start shaking never look back when you hit the pavement never turn back til you know where you're going
i-yi-yippie-i-ay-tell me which way the wind is blowing and i-yi-yippie-i-o-no-not even if the gods are rolling say please - string those beads - place your gets - put away your wallet more grease on those knees - or have it any which way you call it never goin back when you're hands start shaking never look back when you hit the pavement never turn back til you know where you're going
Ras Kass]
What, yeah, yeah
Black John McClane, Harold the Menace, and the Waterproof
with my nigga Bud'da, on the track
Golden State Warriors..
Eatin every rapper on the plate
Huh, feel me
I got three-oh-fo's in three-one-oh
on section eight, with multiple one-eighty-sevens
Sport a Marilyn Manson t-shirt when I die and go to heaven
Smoke a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resin
Remember the name Ras Kass-ciano
Get to clownin y'all punk bitches, cause I'm a Mac, like Ronald
I make Mac make money, and mack murder wack rappers
My Makaveli verse Bomb First, the Mac-11'll gat cha
When I get at cha, the situation tenses
Fatality before you ever reach your senses
Got so-called writers, crashing into brick fences
like my name was Al Fayed so you die,
Pizza Guy Lyrics
====================== You Am I - Pizza Guy ====================== Grab a six pack for the way home. It's only twenty five minutes alone At a chance to listen to what you see fit Put your tail between your legs and you split Was never one for luck On a pay rise or a girl you got stuck Never bother with FM radio Pop a compilation tape and we'll go But every dick that come
like that white princess ====================== You Am I - Pizza Guy ====================== Grab a six pack for the way home. It's only twenty five minutes alone At a chance to listen to what you see fit Put your tail between your legs and you split Was never one for luck On a pay rise or a girl you got stuck Never bother with FM radio Pop a compilation tape and we'll go But every dick that come
If you lookin for sympathy, you better look
between R and T, in the fucking dictionary
See the object of the game is to win, stack some ends, sippin Henn'
Whip a Benz and leave it to your next of kin
Chorus: repeat 2X
[RK] Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it
[GS] Golden State, number one with a bullet
[XZ] It's three card molly
[RK] Will they ever stop?
[XZ] Probably not
[SN] Pull your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop
[Saafir the Saucee Nomad]
The un-edited medic, on the cut, with a degree in metaphysics
A doctor, with a lot of patients/patience
And perseverance -- flows like an ocean liner
that sails/sales like a clearance, I'm bilingual
Fly like a flamingo, I'm a pitcha, everything I freak
Deeper Lyrics
We must complete the trip Try not to lose your grip No sight of solid ground And never look straight down Deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper Your claustrophobic brain Sucking you down the drain The walls are closing in The air is gettin? thin The elevator broke It when right trough the floor It left a burning hole Down and down and down we go
I eat like Al Pacino, you don't like me baby
You ain't happy, you need some Ecstasy
Now you in my properties, but you have to pay my equity
For the lowest point in my character
I'll reach the highest place in the house when I rock
like the Qu'ran, fuse hot, fluid with flavor like buillion cube
Been this way since I was fourteen
And like this I been runnin shit without the use of Sportscreme
Rippin up tracks like immigrant Chinese, peep the game I lay
I'm grim, I brim over my brow when I rip
Never write rhymes with slim fingertips
Each syllable you choose to use is light as a flower
Keep tryin to go gold
but all you're gettin is a golden shower
Chorus
[Xzibit]
Look, now if it wasn't for the West
These rap niggaz wouldn't need a vest around they
Keep bustin about where you rest, and what you own, and what you drive
So the day some niggaz come for you I'm really not surprised
Mr. Black Bruce Willis, please don't kill us
I show mercy like Kevorkian, like a scorpion
We sting you from behind and put it in you, so meet me at the venue
Put you on the spot to put you on the menu
Fricaseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the pussy hot
Xzibit livin life, like a bull inside a china shop
Strippin everything, see you ain't even got a dime to drop
Go ahead and call the cops, you ain't said nathin
Jerry Spring-you out the studio, then Suge Knight you
to the parkin lot, niggaz ain't ready for all this heat we got
Picture yourself crushin Xzibit with your tough talk
That's like Christopher Reeves doing the crip walk
Chorus
We must complete the trip Try not to lose your grip No sight of solid ground And never look straight down Deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper Your claustrophobic brain Sucking you down the drain The walls are closing in The air is gettin? thin The elevator broke It when right trough the floor It left a burning hole Down and down and down we go
I eat like Al Pacino, you don't like me baby
You ain't happy, you need some Ecstasy
Now you in my properties, but you have to pay my equity
For the lowest point in my character
I'll reach the highest place in the house when I rock
like the Qu'ran, fuse hot, fluid with flavor like buillion cube
Been this way since I was fourteen
And like this I been runnin shit without the use of Sportscreme
Rippin up tracks like immigrant Chinese, peep the game I lay
I'm grim, I brim over my brow when I rip
Never write rhymes with slim fingertips
Each syllable you choose to use is light as a flower
Keep tryin to go gold
but all you're gettin is a golden shower
Chorus
[Xzibit]
Look, now if it wasn't for the West
These rap niggaz wouldn't need a vest around they
One On One Lyrics
Shake it up is all that we know Using the bodies up as we go Waking up to fantasy The shates all around aren't the colors we used to see Broken ice still melts in the sun And times that are broken can often be one again We're soul alone And soul really matters to me Take a look around You're out of touch I'm out of time But I'm out of my head when you're not around
chest Shake it up is all that we know Using the bodies up as we go Waking up to fantasy The shates all around aren't the colors we used to see Broken ice still melts in the sun And times that are broken can often be one again We're soul alone And soul really matters to me Take a look around You're out of touch I'm out of time But I'm out of my head when you're not around
Keep bustin about where you rest, and what you own, and what you drive
So the day some niggaz come for you I'm really not surprised
Mr. Black Bruce Willis, please don't kill us
I show mercy like Kevorkian, like a scorpion
We sting you from behind and put it in you, so meet me at the venue
Put you on the spot to put you on the menu
Fricaseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the pussy hot
Xzibit livin life, like a bull inside a china shop
Strippin everything, see you ain't even got a dime to drop
Go ahead and call the cops, you ain't said nathin
Jerry Spring-you out the studio, then Suge Knight you
to the parkin lot, niggaz ain't ready for all this heat we got
Picture yourself crushin Xzibit with your tough talk
That's like Christopher Reeves doing the crip walk
Chorus