| Song | Nobody Sound Like Me |
| Artist | Xzibit |
| Album | 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz |
| 作词 : Joiner, Lawrence, Sawyer ... | |
| Intro： | |
| Interviewer： | |
| If you saw you walking on a street and a | |
| Black man were comin' torward you | |
| What would you be feeling? | |
| Scared man: | |
| Just one single black man? (yeah) | |
| I really don't fear that | |
| You know but if it's a group i'm talking from age thirt | |
| Even thirteen even younger than | |
| Thirteen. yes i will walk across the street. | |
| Interviewer: | |
| Well let me ask you this... | |
| Hook: | |
| "i don't want niggas soundin' like me" -ghostface killah on 'shark niggas | |
| (biters)' | |
| "i don't want niggas soundin' like me knowhati'msayin'?" (x2) | |
| Xzibit: | |
| Yo we gettiin' restless me and d.o.g.s | |
| Never pretendin' rather we sendin' a very clear message | |
| Either you with me or against me punk hit 'em up | |
| Provide housin' for these shrimp from the shells we dump | |
| I'm makin' 'em bounce other niggas fail to bump | |
| Til we takin' advantage of inflicting irreversable damage | |
| It's the long awaited anticipated likwit mc | |
| Bombin' first cause i feel it's better to give then receive | |
| You better believe | |
| Xzibit stays savage above the average | |
| When niggas try to switch turn bitch for the cabbage | |
| But see all that irrelevant it's like tryin' to turn a whore celibate | |
| I dance with the devil for the hell of it | |
| Burning down your lavish lanndscape on digital tape | |
| Cause everything you rhymin' about is actually fake | |
| So make room for the legitamate nasty inconsiderate | |
| Thinkin' you rankin' top dollar but really counterfeit | |
| Hook | |
| Montageone: | |
| Niggas we null and void i get swole like a keyloid | |
| To overload your system with rhymes for millenniums | |
| To shut down artists with beats the deep closure | |
| Battlin' top rank for bank and exposure | |
| So open up your door to me cause if it's closed | |
| I'm a brakin' in with some pantyhose | |
| Over the mic | |
| So you don't know who i sound like | |
| Executing those who record and bite to sound tight | |
| It's not permitted by the right | |
| The gustopo surprising these niggas like benny blanco | |
| Remember me man? you thought i was a fan till i threw you in the back of a | |
| Van | |
| Yo these drop squad delegates rhymes are delicate | |
| I spit on the mic to get these mc's pussys wet | |
| For those with plans to clone me thee original | |
| It can't be done i'm digital (digital) | |
| Hook | |
| Xzibit: | |
| Yo who wanna come see the hard rock? | |
| The non stop green block yo whole block recieve speed knot | |
| You need not | |
| Get brave my bullets never graze | |
| They hit close to home seperating flesh from bone | |
| So better get off on your own bitch | |
| Rollin' chrome shit tryin't to own shit | |
| I was molded, after the best that the streets had to offer | |
| The author of my own destiny | |
| So i suggest you stop stressin' me | |
| I'll find out when i pull my nine out and blow your mind out | |
| Play a deadly game with no fouls and no time outs | |
| Inhale large amounts of dojah forever ready like a soldier | |
| I'm lock mode and shoot from the shoulder | |
| And burn down your lavish landscape digital tape | |
| Cause everything you rhyme about is actually fake | |
| So make room for the legitamate nasty inconsiderate | |
| Thinkin' you rankin' top dollar but really counterfeit | |
| Hook | |
| "i don't want niggas soundin' like me. on no album" |
| zuò cí : Joiner, Lawrence, Sawyer ... | |
| Intro: | |
| Interviewer: | |
| If you saw you walking on a street and a | |
| Black man were comin' torward you | |
| What would you be feeling? | |
| Scared man: | |
| Just one single black man? yeah | |
| I really don' t fear that | |
| You know but if it' s a group i' m talking from age thirt | |
| Even thirteen even younger than | |
| Thirteen. yes i will walk across the street. | |
| Interviewer: | |
| Well let me ask you this... | |
| Hook: | |
| " i don' t want niggas soundin' like me" ghostface killah on ' shark niggas | |
| biters' | |
| " i don' t want niggas soundin' like me knowhati' msayin'?" x2 | |
| Xzibit: | |
| Yo we gettiin' restless me and d. o. g. s | |
| Never pretendin' rather we sendin' a very clear message | |
| Either you with me or against me punk hit ' em up | |
| Provide housin' for these shrimp from the shells we dump | |
| I' m makin' ' em bounce other niggas fail to bump | |
| Til we takin' advantage of inflicting irreversable damage | |
| It' s the long awaited anticipated likwit mc | |
| Bombin' first cause i feel it' s better to give then receive | |
| You better believe | |
| Xzibit stays savage above the average | |
| When niggas try to switch turn bitch for the cabbage | |
| But see all that irrelevant it' s like tryin' to turn a whore celibate | |
| I dance with the devil for the hell of it | |
| Burning down your lavish lanndscape on digital tape | |
| Cause everything you rhymin' about is actually fake | |
| So make room for the legitamate nasty inconsiderate | |
| Thinkin' you rankin' top dollar but really counterfeit | |
| Hook | |
| Montageone: | |
| Niggas we null and void i get swole like a keyloid | |
| To overload your system with rhymes for millenniums | |
| To shut down artists with beats the deep closure | |
| Battlin' top rank for bank and exposure | |
| So open up your door to me cause if it' s closed | |
| I' m a brakin' in with some pantyhose | |
| Over the mic | |
| So you don' t know who i sound like | |
| Executing those who record and bite to sound tight | |
| It' s not permitted by the right | |
| The gustopo surprising these niggas like benny blanco | |
| Remember me man? you thought i was a fan till i threw you in the back of a | |
| Van | |
| Yo these drop squad delegates rhymes are delicate | |
| I spit on the mic to get these mc' s pussys wet | |
| For those with plans to clone me thee original | |
| It can' t be done i' m digital digital | |
| Hook | |
| Xzibit: | |
| Yo who wanna come see the hard rock? | |
| The non stop green block yo whole block recieve speed knot | |
| You need not | |
| Get brave my bullets never graze | |
| They hit close to home seperating flesh from bone | |
| So better get off on your own bitch | |
| Rollin' chrome shit tryin' t to own shit | |
| I was molded, after the best that the streets had to offer | |
| The author of my own destiny | |
| So i suggest you stop stressin' me | |
| I' ll find out when i pull my nine out and blow your mind out | |
| Play a deadly game with no fouls and no time outs | |
| Inhale large amounts of dojah forever ready like a soldier | |
| I' m lock mode and shoot from the shoulder | |
| And burn down your lavish landscape digital tape | |
| Cause everything you rhyme about is actually fake | |
| So make room for the legitamate nasty inconsiderate | |
| Thinkin' you rankin' top dollar but really counterfeit | |
| Hook | |
| " i don' t want niggas soundin' like me. on no album" |