Deeper Lyrics
| Song | Deeper |
| Artist | Xzibit |
| Album | Greatest Hits |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Verse 1： | |
| Yeah so it all comes down to this (what?) | |
| Specialist with a hit list | |
| Right fist bomb type m.g.m. fight night type (ding ding) | |
| So when i hits in the stage we can face off | |
| Watch me rattle your nicholas cage | |
| Bring heat in ridiculous ways never compromise | |
| Look into my eyes tell me what you see (what?) | |
| Victory ecstasy maybe hennessy | |
| Energy wasted, enemies gettin' laced with | |
| That point blank to the face shit | |
| Who you think this is | |
| Young black bust a nigga ass strickly business man | |
| Self disciple heinakin let the record spin | |
| Paparazzi all over again, times ten | |
| Like thee original sin | |
| I'm tryin' to fuck it up for everybody | |
| The hot ? get collect calls from john gotti | |
| I kick back like karate | |
| Butter soft burn off and solid black mazaratti like | |
| Hook: | |
| Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) | |
| No gain with no pain (it gets deeper then that) | |
| Dyin' in the fast lane (way deeper then that) | |
| To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Long hair ganja smoke but don't be mistaken | |
| I ain't jamacian | |
| Find another chick to jerk | |
| A world of hurt 9 to 5 puttin' in work | |
| Never rest put to the test get put to the death | |
| Never the less only greater than | |
| Trust no man | |
| Soon to have the whole wide world inside of my hand | |
| So i suggest you act right my insight like sunlight | |
| Burn your cornea | |
| Big bad california | |
| To the waldord historia (c'mon) | |
| N.y.c. competition wish to some day roll like me | |
| But all i see is capital h-e-a-t | |
| I'm makin' motherfuckers run like dmc (run) | |
| The likwit mc is here to blaze a nigga like a fat one | |
| Non radio bangin' shit goin' platinum | |
| And keep slappin' 'em with a colt 45 | |
| While my old english leave you broken down with a crooked ise (eye) | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Suck it easy movin' on up like george and weezy | |
| You can't stop it love it or leave it alone | |
| Xzibit writtin' more pages then the state penetentary | |
| Full of well known villians that wanna come home | |
| Never relax ain't no tellin' lay it on wax | |
| Make it bang let stever sell 'em and dip 'em in chrome | |
| My nigga bud'da chip off beats like cellular phones | |
| Heir to the thrown | |
| Xzibit bring the lead to your dome | |
| Like a 3rd world rebellion squad on your boulevard | |
| Protect they spots with heat | |
| They kids ggotta eat to make it big in cali it depends on who you meet | |
| And who you sleep with | |
| Might find yourself in deep shit | |
| So hit me with your best shot | |
| I'm lookin' forward to it | |
| You shouldn't repeat it if you ain't really goin' through it | |
| How dare you try to check the fluid | |
| Rip the track chillin' on your big plans like wilsure and farefax | |
| Hook |
| Verse 1: | |
| Yeah so it all comes down to this what? | |
| Specialist with a hit list | |
| Right fist bomb type m. g. m. fight night type ding ding | |
| So when i hits in the stage we can face off | |
| Watch me rattle your nicholas cage | |
| Bring heat in ridiculous ways never compromise | |
| Look into my eyes tell me what you see what? | |
| Victory ecstasy maybe hennessy | |
| Energy wasted, enemies gettin' laced with | |
| That point blank to the face shit | |
| Who you think this is | |
| Young black bust a nigga ass strickly business man | |
| Self disciple heinakin let the record spin | |
| Paparazzi all over again, times ten | |
| Like thee original sin | |
| I' m tryin' to fuck it up for everybody | |
| The hot ? get collect calls from john gotti | |
| I kick back like karate | |
| Butter soft burn off and solid black mazaratti like | |
| Hook: | |
| Get caught up in the game it gets deeper then that | |
| No gain with no pain it gets deeper then that | |
| Dyin' in the fast lane way deeper then that | |
| To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Long hair ganja smoke but don' t be mistaken | |
| I ain' t jamacian | |
| Find another chick to jerk | |
| A world of hurt 9 to 5 puttin' in work | |
| Never rest put to the test get put to the death | |
| Never the less only greater than | |
| Trust no man | |
| Soon to have the whole wide world inside of my hand | |
| So i suggest you act right my insight like sunlight | |
| Burn your cornea | |
| Big bad california | |
| To the waldord historia c' mon | |
| N. y. c. competition wish to some day roll like me | |
| But all i see is capital heat | |
| I' m makin' motherfuckers run like dmc run | |
| The likwit mc is here to blaze a nigga like a fat one | |
| Non radio bangin' shit goin' platinum | |
| And keep slappin' ' em with a colt 45 | |
| While my old english leave you broken down with a crooked ise eye | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Suck it easy movin' on up like george and weezy | |
| You can' t stop it love it or leave it alone | |
| Xzibit writtin' more pages then the state penetentary | |
| Full of well known villians that wanna come home | |
| Never relax ain' t no tellin' lay it on wax | |
| Make it bang let stever sell ' em and dip ' em in chrome | |
| My nigga bud' da chip off beats like cellular phones | |
| Heir to the thrown | |
| Xzibit bring the lead to your dome | |
| Like a 3rd world rebellion squad on your boulevard | |
| Protect they spots with heat | |
| They kids ggotta eat to make it big in cali it depends on who you meet | |
| And who you sleep with | |
| Might find yourself in deep shit | |
| So hit me with your best shot | |
| I' m lookin' forward to it | |
| You shouldn' t repeat it if you ain' t really goin' through it | |
| How dare you try to check the fluid | |
| Rip the track chillin' on your big plans like wilsure and farefax | |
| Hook |
| Verse 1: | |
| Yeah so it all comes down to this what? | |
| Specialist with a hit list | |
| Right fist bomb type m. g. m. fight night type ding ding | |
| So when i hits in the stage we can face off | |
| Watch me rattle your nicholas cage | |
| Bring heat in ridiculous ways never compromise | |
| Look into my eyes tell me what you see what? | |
| Victory ecstasy maybe hennessy | |
| Energy wasted, enemies gettin' laced with | |
| That point blank to the face shit | |
| Who you think this is | |
| Young black bust a nigga ass strickly business man | |
| Self disciple heinakin let the record spin | |
| Paparazzi all over again, times ten | |
| Like thee original sin | |
| I' m tryin' to fuck it up for everybody | |
| The hot ? get collect calls from john gotti | |
| I kick back like karate | |
| Butter soft burn off and solid black mazaratti like | |
| Hook: | |
| Get caught up in the game it gets deeper then that | |
| No gain with no pain it gets deeper then that | |
| Dyin' in the fast lane way deeper then that | |
| To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Long hair ganja smoke but don' t be mistaken | |
| I ain' t jamacian | |
| Find another chick to jerk | |
| A world of hurt 9 to 5 puttin' in work | |
| Never rest put to the test get put to the death | |
| Never the less only greater than | |
| Trust no man | |
| Soon to have the whole wide world inside of my hand | |
| So i suggest you act right my insight like sunlight | |
| Burn your cornea | |
| Big bad california | |
| To the waldord historia c' mon | |
| N. y. c. competition wish to some day roll like me | |
| But all i see is capital heat | |
| I' m makin' motherfuckers run like dmc run | |
| The likwit mc is here to blaze a nigga like a fat one | |
| Non radio bangin' shit goin' platinum | |
| And keep slappin' ' em with a colt 45 | |
| While my old english leave you broken down with a crooked ise eye | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Suck it easy movin' on up like george and weezy | |
| You can' t stop it love it or leave it alone | |
| Xzibit writtin' more pages then the state penetentary | |
| Full of well known villians that wanna come home | |
| Never relax ain' t no tellin' lay it on wax | |
| Make it bang let stever sell ' em and dip ' em in chrome | |
| My nigga bud' da chip off beats like cellular phones | |
| Heir to the thrown | |
| Xzibit bring the lead to your dome | |
| Like a 3rd world rebellion squad on your boulevard | |
| Protect they spots with heat | |
| They kids ggotta eat to make it big in cali it depends on who you meet | |
| And who you sleep with | |
| Might find yourself in deep shit | |
| So hit me with your best shot | |
| I' m lookin' forward to it | |
| You shouldn' t repeat it if you ain' t really goin' through it | |
| How dare you try to check the fluid | |
| Rip the track chillin' on your big plans like wilsure and farefax | |
| Hook |
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