| 作词 : Joiner, Young | |
| I was voted most likely to have a psychiatric evaluation | |
| Let's start the process of elimination | |
| This dedication is for niggaz with the green buddha | |
| The bandula, six-shooter to your suit coolers | |
| Now how this feel? cold black steel up in your grill | |
| This hollow point lead gon' be your last meal | |
| Say your prayers, say your graces | |
| Pieces of your face is found in a hundred different places | |
| Huh, so what we lookin like? we tryin to see some hoes to fuck tonight | |
| And you just tryin to see the afterlife | |
| Make a decision before we have a head-on collision | |
| Makin me spend the rest of my life in prison | |
| See i can only play the cards i was given | |
| Multiplication division whatever you got to break mines off | |
| Like the u.s. government did to microsoft | |
| Like xzibit in some pussy with the lights turned off | |
| It's like | |
| [chorus] | |
| I'm just livin to fulfill my dreams | |
| I'm just tryin to have the best of things | |
| None of y'all can't take shit from me | |
| Life's a bitch she ain't fuckin for free | |
| So i'ma ride til the wheels fall off | |
| While all the rest get weak and go soft | |
| Your petite style, can get you beat down | |
| My heat's loud, have you huggin on the street now | |
| [xzibit] | |
| Niggaz keep askin me how does it feel | |
| How does what feel? not havin to scrape for a meal? | |
| Not bein locked down to a fucked up deal? | |
| The biggest man in los angeles is not shaquille | |
| We had to reinvent the wheel, draft new blueprints | |
| Made a whole album, spent half what you spent | |
| Then sent the rest to my people to invest wit it | |
| Custom fitted, if you want it nigga, come and get it | |
| And i suggest you bring a million niggaz runnin wit it | |
| Split it, feel it, hit it it's hot, look | |
| I ain't gon' stop til everybody's shot | |
| Muammar khadaf's the dot, x mark the spot | |
| With an infrared to your head, left for dead | |
| Fuck the feds, flee the country then grow some dreads (ya mon) | |
| I suggest you keep your distance, for instance, the same distance | |
| It takes to get to the next solar system, motherfucker | |
| [chorus] | |
| [xzibit] | |
| Strike one, when a nigga talkin shit with his hands | |
| Strike two, gettin caught in the wrong place with your pants down | |
| Strike three, tryin to fuck with the d-o-double-g | |
| D-r-e, or any of my alkaholik family | |
| Huh, xzibit turn your vital signs to a straight line | |
| Never seen a dog bite and bark at the same time | |
| Restless, rugged, never relaxed | |
| Permanently owe you motherfuckers backs like tax | |
| Baseball bats and breaks upside of your head | |
| Homey still gettin swoll off water and bread | |
| I got this, retaliation, for any situation i'm facin | |
| And leave the stage with a standin ovation, it's like | |
| [chorus] |
| zuo ci : Joiner, Young | |
| I was voted most likely to have a psychiatric evaluation | |
| Let' s start the process of elimination | |
| This dedication is for niggaz with the green buddha | |
| The bandula, sixshooter to your suit coolers | |
| Now how this feel? cold black steel up in your grill | |
| This hollow point lead gon' be your last meal | |
| Say your prayers, say your graces | |
| Pieces of your face is found in a hundred different places | |
| Huh, so what we lookin like? we tryin to see some hoes to fuck tonight | |
| And you just tryin to see the afterlife | |
| Make a decision before we have a headon collision | |
| Makin me spend the rest of my life in prison | |
| See i can only play the cards i was given | |
| Multiplication division whatever you got to break mines off | |
| Like the u. s. government did to microsoft | |
| Like xzibit in some pussy with the lights turned off | |
| It' s like | |
| chorus | |
| I' m just livin to fulfill my dreams | |
| I' m just tryin to have the best of things | |
| None of y' all can' t take shit from me | |
| Life' s a bitch she ain' t fuckin for free | |
| So i' ma ride til the wheels fall off | |
| While all the rest get weak and go soft | |
| Your petite style, can get you beat down | |
| My heat' s loud, have you huggin on the street now | |
| xzibit | |
| Niggaz keep askin me how does it feel | |
| How does what feel? not havin to scrape for a meal? | |
| Not bein locked down to a fucked up deal? | |
| The biggest man in los angeles is not shaquille | |
| We had to reinvent the wheel, draft new blueprints | |
| Made a whole album, spent half what you spent | |
| Then sent the rest to my people to invest wit it | |
| Custom fitted, if you want it nigga, come and get it | |
| And i suggest you bring a million niggaz runnin wit it | |
| Split it, feel it, hit it it' s hot, look | |
| I ain' t gon' stop til everybody' s shot | |
| Muammar khadaf' s the dot, x mark the spot | |
| With an infrared to your head, left for dead | |
| Fuck the feds, flee the country then grow some dreads ya mon | |
| I suggest you keep your distance, for instance, the same distance | |
| It takes to get to the next solar system, motherfucker | |
| chorus | |
| xzibit | |
| Strike one, when a nigga talkin shit with his hands | |
| Strike two, gettin caught in the wrong place with your pants down | |
| Strike three, tryin to fuck with the dodoubleg | |
| Dre, or any of my alkaholik family | |
| Huh, xzibit turn your vital signs to a straight line | |
| Never seen a dog bite and bark at the same time | |
| Restless, rugged, never relaxed | |
| Permanently owe you motherfuckers backs like tax | |
| Baseball bats and breaks upside of your head | |
| Homey still gettin swoll off water and bread | |
| I got this, retaliation, for any situation i' m facin | |
| And leave the stage with a standin ovation, it' s like | |
| chorus |
| zuò cí : Joiner, Young | |
| I was voted most likely to have a psychiatric evaluation | |
| Let' s start the process of elimination | |
| This dedication is for niggaz with the green buddha | |
| The bandula, sixshooter to your suit coolers | |
| Now how this feel? cold black steel up in your grill | |
| This hollow point lead gon' be your last meal | |
| Say your prayers, say your graces | |
| Pieces of your face is found in a hundred different places | |
| Huh, so what we lookin like? we tryin to see some hoes to fuck tonight | |
| And you just tryin to see the afterlife | |
| Make a decision before we have a headon collision | |
| Makin me spend the rest of my life in prison | |
| See i can only play the cards i was given | |
| Multiplication division whatever you got to break mines off | |
| Like the u. s. government did to microsoft | |
| Like xzibit in some pussy with the lights turned off | |
| It' s like | |
| chorus | |
| I' m just livin to fulfill my dreams | |
| I' m just tryin to have the best of things | |
| None of y' all can' t take shit from me | |
| Life' s a bitch she ain' t fuckin for free | |
| So i' ma ride til the wheels fall off | |
| While all the rest get weak and go soft | |
| Your petite style, can get you beat down | |
| My heat' s loud, have you huggin on the street now | |
| xzibit | |
| Niggaz keep askin me how does it feel | |
| How does what feel? not havin to scrape for a meal? | |
| Not bein locked down to a fucked up deal? | |
| The biggest man in los angeles is not shaquille | |
| We had to reinvent the wheel, draft new blueprints | |
| Made a whole album, spent half what you spent | |
| Then sent the rest to my people to invest wit it | |
| Custom fitted, if you want it nigga, come and get it | |
| And i suggest you bring a million niggaz runnin wit it | |
| Split it, feel it, hit it it' s hot, look | |
| I ain' t gon' stop til everybody' s shot | |
| Muammar khadaf' s the dot, x mark the spot | |
| With an infrared to your head, left for dead | |
| Fuck the feds, flee the country then grow some dreads ya mon | |
| I suggest you keep your distance, for instance, the same distance | |
| It takes to get to the next solar system, motherfucker | |
| chorus | |
| xzibit | |
| Strike one, when a nigga talkin shit with his hands | |
| Strike two, gettin caught in the wrong place with your pants down | |
| Strike three, tryin to fuck with the dodoubleg | |
| Dre, or any of my alkaholik family | |
| Huh, xzibit turn your vital signs to a straight line | |
| Never seen a dog bite and bark at the same time | |
| Restless, rugged, never relaxed | |
| Permanently owe you motherfuckers backs like tax | |
| Baseball bats and breaks upside of your head | |
| Homey still gettin swoll off water and bread | |
| I got this, retaliation, for any situation i' m facin | |
| And leave the stage with a standin ovation, it' s like | |
| chorus |
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