Eyes May Shine Lyrics
| Song | Eyes May Shine |
| Artist | Xzibit |
| Album | At The Speed Of Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brooks, Joiner | |
| Yeah yeah | |
| Look, you could've got away but your response wasn't quick enough | |
| Can't preserve life 'cause the best wasn't thick enough | |
| Teflon, napalm, homicide scenes | |
| These are a few of my favorite things! | |
| But i ain't mary so ain't a damn thing poppin | |
| Only death disease and a whole lota palm trees | |
| Not only for mics, xzibit is a way of life | |
| Until my death so i celebrate success | |
| Best of the best wouldn't test these waters with a yacht | |
| Sendin' sixteen shots across your parking lot | |
| All up on your proximity drinking hennessy | |
| Holdin down ground like the statute of liberty | |
| So nobody ever can rush my spot | |
| And the torch stay lit so i ain't worried about shit | |
| It ain't where your from it's al about how you represent! | |
| Unfamiliar faces better know who your fuckin' with | |
| [chorus]: (2x) | |
| Eyes may shine, teeth may grit | |
| And all of that shit | |
| And you still won't step | |
| So what's next? | |
| All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin | |
| [you better off buckin yourself] | |
| [you need to stop frontin] | |
| I'm only comin' through when it's time for collection | |
| Xzibit forever nasty, spread like infection | |
| In other words runnin' shit | |
| Keep your eyes wide cause the style gets darker | |
| I make papers and see more new cars than bob barker | |
| 'cause if the price ain't right then it's time to take flight | |
| Let the piece go twice to make sure you see the light | |
| Plus i'm dreaded not by the locks but by the cops | |
| And flocks of females that only think with their croth | |
| Unlimitted smoke | |
| The bonified cut throat columbian neck tie | |
| Now don't you look fly | |
| I'll leave you there to be discovered by your mother | |
| Or maybe your brother or your boty boy lover | |
| No matter your backround xzibit never backs down | |
| Be prepared for static and semi automatics in your grill | |
| [chorus]: (2x) | |
| Eyes may shine, teeth may grit | |
| And all of that shit | |
| And you still won't step | |
| So what's next? | |
| All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin | |
| [you better off buckin yourself] | |
| [you need to stop frontin] | |
| Everything that come around go 3.6.0. | |
| Longtitude and latitude | |
| It's alll in the attitude | |
| I'm in the mood to put a twist on things | |
| Xzibit here to rock the planet 'till the fat bitch sings | |
| The shit is closer than you think | |
| Don't blink it might be over in a matter of seconds | |
| I'd like to say this off the record | |
| But it's not | |
| So i testify to the fact | |
| Chronic mixed with the yak make a hellified contact | |
| It makes it real easy to trip | |
| Unload the whole clip on your block then split! | |
| Aint no answers to the test you taken | |
| Never move fakin' | |
| Can't be shaken' | |
| From my solid foundation like this | |
| [chorus]: (2x) | |
| Eyes may shine, teeth may grit | |
| And all of that shit | |
| And you still won't step | |
| So what's next? | |
| All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin | |
| [you better off buckin yourself] | |
| [you need to stop frontin] |
| zuo ci : Brooks, Joiner | |
| Yeah yeah | |
| Look, you could' ve got away but your response wasn' t quick enough | |
| Can' t preserve life ' cause the best wasn' t thick enough | |
| Teflon, napalm, homicide scenes | |
| These are a few of my favorite things! | |
| But i ain' t mary so ain' t a damn thing poppin | |
| Only death disease and a whole lota palm trees | |
| Not only for mics, xzibit is a way of life | |
| Until my death so i celebrate success | |
| Best of the best wouldn' t test these waters with a yacht | |
| Sendin' sixteen shots across your parking lot | |
| All up on your proximity drinking hennessy | |
| Holdin down ground like the statute of liberty | |
| So nobody ever can rush my spot | |
| And the torch stay lit so i ain' t worried about shit | |
| It ain' t where your from it' s al about how you represent! | |
| Unfamiliar faces better know who your fuckin' with | |
| chorus: 2x | |
| Eyes may shine, teeth may grit | |
| And all of that shit | |
| And you still won' t step | |
| So what' s next? | |
| All of a sudden you ain' t sayin nothin | |
| you better off buckin yourself | |
| you need to stop frontin | |
| I' m only comin' through when it' s time for collection | |
| Xzibit forever nasty, spread like infection | |
| In other words runnin' shit | |
| Keep your eyes wide cause the style gets darker | |
| I make papers and see more new cars than bob barker | |
| ' cause if the price ain' t right then it' s time to take flight | |
| Let the piece go twice to make sure you see the light | |
| Plus i' m dreaded not by the locks but by the cops | |
| And flocks of females that only think with their croth | |
| Unlimitted smoke | |
| The bonified cut throat columbian neck tie | |
| Now don' t you look fly | |
| I' ll leave you there to be discovered by your mother | |
| Or maybe your brother or your boty boy lover | |
| No matter your backround xzibit never backs down | |
| Be prepared for static and semi automatics in your grill | |
| chorus: 2x | |
| Eyes may shine, teeth may grit | |
| And all of that shit | |
| And you still won' t step | |
| So what' s next? | |
| All of a sudden you ain' t sayin nothin | |
| you better off buckin yourself | |
| you need to stop frontin | |
| Everything that come around go 3. 6. 0. | |
| Longtitude and latitude | |
| It' s alll in the attitude | |
| I' m in the mood to put a twist on things | |
| Xzibit here to rock the planet ' till the fat bitch sings | |
| The shit is closer than you think | |
| Don' t blink it might be over in a matter of seconds | |
| I' d like to say this off the record | |
| But it' s not | |
| So i testify to the fact | |
| Chronic mixed with the yak make a hellified contact | |
| It makes it real easy to trip | |
| Unload the whole clip on your block then split! | |
| Aint no answers to the test you taken | |
| Never move fakin' | |
| Can' t be shaken' | |
| From my solid foundation like this | |
| chorus: 2x | |
| Eyes may shine, teeth may grit | |
| And all of that shit | |
| And you still won' t step | |
| So what' s next? | |
| All of a sudden you ain' t sayin nothin | |
| you better off buckin yourself | |
| you need to stop frontin |
| zuò cí : Brooks, Joiner | |
| Yeah yeah | |
| Look, you could' ve got away but your response wasn' t quick enough | |
| Can' t preserve life ' cause the best wasn' t thick enough | |
| Teflon, napalm, homicide scenes | |
| These are a few of my favorite things! | |
| But i ain' t mary so ain' t a damn thing poppin | |
| Only death disease and a whole lota palm trees | |
| Not only for mics, xzibit is a way of life | |
| Until my death so i celebrate success | |
| Best of the best wouldn' t test these waters with a yacht | |
| Sendin' sixteen shots across your parking lot | |
| All up on your proximity drinking hennessy | |
| Holdin down ground like the statute of liberty | |
| So nobody ever can rush my spot | |
| And the torch stay lit so i ain' t worried about shit | |
| It ain' t where your from it' s al about how you represent! | |
| Unfamiliar faces better know who your fuckin' with | |
| chorus: 2x | |
| Eyes may shine, teeth may grit | |
| And all of that shit | |
| And you still won' t step | |
| So what' s next? | |
| All of a sudden you ain' t sayin nothin | |
| you better off buckin yourself | |
| you need to stop frontin | |
| I' m only comin' through when it' s time for collection | |
| Xzibit forever nasty, spread like infection | |
| In other words runnin' shit | |
| Keep your eyes wide cause the style gets darker | |
| I make papers and see more new cars than bob barker | |
| ' cause if the price ain' t right then it' s time to take flight | |
| Let the piece go twice to make sure you see the light | |
| Plus i' m dreaded not by the locks but by the cops | |
| And flocks of females that only think with their croth | |
| Unlimitted smoke | |
| The bonified cut throat columbian neck tie | |
| Now don' t you look fly | |
| I' ll leave you there to be discovered by your mother | |
| Or maybe your brother or your boty boy lover | |
| No matter your backround xzibit never backs down | |
| Be prepared for static and semi automatics in your grill | |
| chorus: 2x | |
| Eyes may shine, teeth may grit | |
| And all of that shit | |
| And you still won' t step | |
| So what' s next? | |
| All of a sudden you ain' t sayin nothin | |
| you better off buckin yourself | |
| you need to stop frontin | |
| Everything that come around go 3. 6. 0. | |
| Longtitude and latitude | |
| It' s alll in the attitude | |
| I' m in the mood to put a twist on things | |
| Xzibit here to rock the planet ' till the fat bitch sings | |
| The shit is closer than you think | |
| Don' t blink it might be over in a matter of seconds | |
| I' d like to say this off the record | |
| But it' s not | |
| So i testify to the fact | |
| Chronic mixed with the yak make a hellified contact | |
| It makes it real easy to trip | |
| Unload the whole clip on your block then split! | |
| Aint no answers to the test you taken | |
| Never move fakin' | |
| Can' t be shaken' | |
| From my solid foundation like this | |
| chorus: 2x | |
| Eyes may shine, teeth may grit | |
| And all of that shit | |
| And you still won' t step | |
| So what' s next? | |
| All of a sudden you ain' t sayin nothin | |
| you better off buckin yourself | |
| you need to stop frontin |
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