Song | Plastic Surgery |
Artist | Xzibit |
Album | At The Speed Of Life |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Intro: | |
Arabian voice:doctor, doctor, i need help doctor | |
Nurse:sit down and wait your turn | |
Xzibit:sit your ass down | |
Saafir: | |
You have, scars in your mask like seal | |
That ain't for real | |
We'll have to fix that, yo nigga sit back | |
Xzibit: | |
Your flow remind me of a nigga that i just don't feel | |
Same style and delivery | |
Might as well have his grill | |
Pass the scaple, the alcohol, plants | |
25 hundered get you style enhanced | |
It's like... | |
Saafir: | |
This, mask right will lift your grill | |
It'll put height in your mack | |
Don't take to much off | |
If you want a nose like michael jackson | |
Xzibit: | |
If you want it done right, nigga come see this | |
Maybe even send your bitch | |
We can fix them tits | |
From a c cup to a double d cup | |
Make them big shits, doctor lick em, yeah | |
Saafir: | |
I like to, axe em, jack em for their financial | |
Need a facial i'll change the skin tone in the inner racial | |
After i'm done, you might have a little pouch tone | |
Nothin' my scaple can't fix | |
What kind of face you want | |
Singing voice: | |
I want the kind that make me look like i can rhyme | |
Saafir: | |
It'll cost you | |
Singing voice: | |
But i can find the skrilla, if i can have that nigga face named saafir! | |
Saafir: | |
That's inposterous, plus i never cloned a microphone | |
What type of shit you on, i hope you got insurance | |
Before i sit you on my gurney | |
And lead you to an anestetic breather | |
If ya not broke, i'll save your face like dope and make it right | |
Casue being fake ain't tight | |
You need plastic surgury | |
Hook: | |
I hear the same ole rhymes, the same ole style | |
(it seems you need plastic surgury)x5 | |
Xzibit: | |
I'm located, at, the bottom of the black list | |
I like to malpractice, complicate a surgury | |
Intoxicated, smoke cigaretts, drop ass in your gases | |
Feel the utencil, knife is dull like a pencil | |
And what? | |
When a nigga place pussy get fucked | |
Without a kiss or a hug, like contaminated blood, | |
Transfused from a junkie | |
With the hair of jones, i reconstruct the bones | |
Of all hip hop clones | |
Ras kass: | |
I date fat girls that weight 215 | |
With low self esteem, cause it's easier to get the pussy | |
I'm performing vinyl liposuctions | |
Saafir: | |
Phat mc | |
Ras kass: | |
Phat production, motherfuckin' facial reconstruction | |
Needles injected 33 rpm of anestic for ? to require cosmetic | |
Sex changes from bitch niggas to ra ra niggas | |
The only cure for sick lyrics is to implant a hit gimmick | |
Saafir: | |
This shit is full blown, you better head to the clinic | |
After captain save a hoe, we had the luitenit | |
Operate get straight, we hear to seperate the fake from the classic | |
Niggas get blasted if they plastic | |
Hook | |
Ras kass: | |
I'm like dougie howser md with a desert eagle | |
Criminal genius | |
Operation, seperatin' them siamese twins hangin' beneath them niggas penis | |
Take it to your face like a skin graph | |
Rappers, i specialize in talent transplants (word?) | |
You want (phat) fat lips nurse get to college | |
And ten tons of stomach pumps from all the cum you and richard gere be | |
Swallowin' | |
Now followin' aks vanna to buy you flowers | |
So you can c (see) i a (aye) e-swift o (oh) u (you) know y (why) | |
We remain uncontested to the contender, we can | |
Million man march all the way to december | |
January, feburary 28th | |
Saafir: | |
I, never, wash my hands | |
The only rubber gloves i wear is on my dick | |
But i'll split you quick | |
Like jackie chan, the way i switch my wristhand | |
I make ya sick, but i'm a doctor, don't trip | |
Hopefully, in surgury, i won't slip | |
On a tile that file and twist ya lips | |
Like collin powell | |
Descriptions i'm overwrite | |
For the ones thats over bitin' on dental records | |
Bitin', to god, send your blessings | |
I'll put your mask on, fast like romidon minks | |
And bitches, i have, ? half blind in the paper, they named me | |
A large professor, a mad scientist, with a long line of clients | |
Bitch! get out of my office | |
You don't have an appointment or an application | |
For me to attack your face in my practice | |
Never lackin' when i"m insurting these plastic patches | |
Seems like you need plastic surgury |
Intro: | |
Arabian voice: doctor, doctor, i need help doctor | |
Nurse: sit down and wait your turn | |
Xzibit: sit your ass down | |
Saafir: | |
You have, scars in your mask like seal | |
That ain' t for real | |
We' ll have to fix that, yo nigga sit back | |
Xzibit: | |
Your flow remind me of a nigga that i just don' t feel | |
Same style and delivery | |
Might as well have his grill | |
Pass the scaple, the alcohol, plants | |
25 hundered get you style enhanced | |
It' s like... | |
Saafir: | |
This, mask right will lift your grill | |
It' ll put height in your mack | |
Don' t take to much off | |
If you want a nose like michael jackson | |
Xzibit: | |
If you want it done right, nigga come see this | |
Maybe even send your bitch | |
We can fix them tits | |
From a c cup to a double d cup | |
Make them big shits, doctor lick em, yeah | |
Saafir: | |
I like to, axe em, jack em for their financial | |
Need a facial i' ll change the skin tone in the inner racial | |
After i' m done, you might have a little pouch tone | |
Nothin' my scaple can' t fix | |
What kind of face you want | |
Singing voice: | |
I want the kind that make me look like i can rhyme | |
Saafir: | |
It' ll cost you | |
Singing voice: | |
But i can find the skrilla, if i can have that nigga face named saafir! | |
Saafir: | |
That' s inposterous, plus i never cloned a microphone | |
What type of shit you on, i hope you got insurance | |
Before i sit you on my gurney | |
And lead you to an anestetic breather | |
If ya not broke, i' ll save your face like dope and make it right | |
Casue being fake ain' t tight | |
You need plastic surgury | |
Hook: | |
I hear the same ole rhymes, the same ole style | |
it seems you need plastic surgury x5 | |
Xzibit: | |
I' m located, at, the bottom of the black list | |
I like to malpractice, complicate a surgury | |
Intoxicated, smoke cigaretts, drop ass in your gases | |
Feel the utencil, knife is dull like a pencil | |
And what? | |
When a nigga place pussy get fucked | |
Without a kiss or a hug, like contaminated blood, | |
Transfused from a junkie | |
With the hair of jones, i reconstruct the bones | |
Of all hip hop clones | |
Ras kass: | |
I date fat girls that weight 215 | |
With low self esteem, cause it' s easier to get the pussy | |
I' m performing vinyl liposuctions | |
Saafir: | |
Phat mc | |
Ras kass: | |
Phat production, motherfuckin' facial reconstruction | |
Needles injected 33 rpm of anestic for ? to require cosmetic | |
Sex changes from bitch niggas to ra ra niggas | |
The only cure for sick lyrics is to implant a hit gimmick | |
Saafir: | |
This shit is full blown, you better head to the clinic | |
After captain save a hoe, we had the luitenit | |
Operate get straight, we hear to seperate the fake from the classic | |
Niggas get blasted if they plastic | |
Hook | |
Ras kass: | |
I' m like dougie howser md with a desert eagle | |
Criminal genius | |
Operation, seperatin' them siamese twins hangin' beneath them niggas penis | |
Take it to your face like a skin graph | |
Rappers, i specialize in talent transplants word? | |
You want phat fat lips nurse get to college | |
And ten tons of stomach pumps from all the cum you and richard gere be | |
Swallowin' | |
Now followin' aks vanna to buy you flowers | |
So you can c see i a aye eswift o oh u you know y why | |
We remain uncontested to the contender, we can | |
Million man march all the way to december | |
January, feburary 28th | |
Saafir: | |
I, never, wash my hands | |
The only rubber gloves i wear is on my dick | |
But i' ll split you quick | |
Like jackie chan, the way i switch my wristhand | |
I make ya sick, but i' m a doctor, don' t trip | |
Hopefully, in surgury, i won' t slip | |
On a tile that file and twist ya lips | |
Like collin powell | |
Descriptions i' m overwrite | |
For the ones thats over bitin' on dental records | |
Bitin', to god, send your blessings | |
I' ll put your mask on, fast like romidon minks | |
And bitches, i have, ? half blind in the paper, they named me | |
A large professor, a mad scientist, with a long line of clients | |
Bitch! get out of my office | |
You don' t have an appointment or an application | |
For me to attack your face in my practice | |
Never lackin' when i" m insurting these plastic patches | |
Seems like you need plastic surgury |
Intro: | |
Arabian voice: doctor, doctor, i need help doctor | |
Nurse: sit down and wait your turn | |
Xzibit: sit your ass down | |
Saafir: | |
You have, scars in your mask like seal | |
That ain' t for real | |
We' ll have to fix that, yo nigga sit back | |
Xzibit: | |
Your flow remind me of a nigga that i just don' t feel | |
Same style and delivery | |
Might as well have his grill | |
Pass the scaple, the alcohol, plants | |
25 hundered get you style enhanced | |
It' s like... | |
Saafir: | |
This, mask right will lift your grill | |
It' ll put height in your mack | |
Don' t take to much off | |
If you want a nose like michael jackson | |
Xzibit: | |
If you want it done right, nigga come see this | |
Maybe even send your bitch | |
We can fix them tits | |
From a c cup to a double d cup | |
Make them big shits, doctor lick em, yeah | |
Saafir: | |
I like to, axe em, jack em for their financial | |
Need a facial i' ll change the skin tone in the inner racial | |
After i' m done, you might have a little pouch tone | |
Nothin' my scaple can' t fix | |
What kind of face you want | |
Singing voice: | |
I want the kind that make me look like i can rhyme | |
Saafir: | |
It' ll cost you | |
Singing voice: | |
But i can find the skrilla, if i can have that nigga face named saafir! | |
Saafir: | |
That' s inposterous, plus i never cloned a microphone | |
What type of shit you on, i hope you got insurance | |
Before i sit you on my gurney | |
And lead you to an anestetic breather | |
If ya not broke, i' ll save your face like dope and make it right | |
Casue being fake ain' t tight | |
You need plastic surgury | |
Hook: | |
I hear the same ole rhymes, the same ole style | |
it seems you need plastic surgury x5 | |
Xzibit: | |
I' m located, at, the bottom of the black list | |
I like to malpractice, complicate a surgury | |
Intoxicated, smoke cigaretts, drop ass in your gases | |
Feel the utencil, knife is dull like a pencil | |
And what? | |
When a nigga place pussy get fucked | |
Without a kiss or a hug, like contaminated blood, | |
Transfused from a junkie | |
With the hair of jones, i reconstruct the bones | |
Of all hip hop clones | |
Ras kass: | |
I date fat girls that weight 215 | |
With low self esteem, cause it' s easier to get the pussy | |
I' m performing vinyl liposuctions | |
Saafir: | |
Phat mc | |
Ras kass: | |
Phat production, motherfuckin' facial reconstruction | |
Needles injected 33 rpm of anestic for ? to require cosmetic | |
Sex changes from bitch niggas to ra ra niggas | |
The only cure for sick lyrics is to implant a hit gimmick | |
Saafir: | |
This shit is full blown, you better head to the clinic | |
After captain save a hoe, we had the luitenit | |
Operate get straight, we hear to seperate the fake from the classic | |
Niggas get blasted if they plastic | |
Hook | |
Ras kass: | |
I' m like dougie howser md with a desert eagle | |
Criminal genius | |
Operation, seperatin' them siamese twins hangin' beneath them niggas penis | |
Take it to your face like a skin graph | |
Rappers, i specialize in talent transplants word? | |
You want phat fat lips nurse get to college | |
And ten tons of stomach pumps from all the cum you and richard gere be | |
Swallowin' | |
Now followin' aks vanna to buy you flowers | |
So you can c see i a aye eswift o oh u you know y why | |
We remain uncontested to the contender, we can | |
Million man march all the way to december | |
January, feburary 28th | |
Saafir: | |
I, never, wash my hands | |
The only rubber gloves i wear is on my dick | |
But i' ll split you quick | |
Like jackie chan, the way i switch my wristhand | |
I make ya sick, but i' m a doctor, don' t trip | |
Hopefully, in surgury, i won' t slip | |
On a tile that file and twist ya lips | |
Like collin powell | |
Descriptions i' m overwrite | |
For the ones thats over bitin' on dental records | |
Bitin', to god, send your blessings | |
I' ll put your mask on, fast like romidon minks | |
And bitches, i have, ? half blind in the paper, they named me | |
A large professor, a mad scientist, with a long line of clients | |
Bitch! get out of my office | |
You don' t have an appointment or an application | |
For me to attack your face in my practice | |
Never lackin' when i" m insurting these plastic patches | |
Seems like you need plastic surgury |