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At this time, please extinguish all smoking materials |
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Return all seat backs, and tray tables |
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To their most upright, and long position |
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Also at this time please take care to fasten your seatbelt |
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Enjoy your stay, welcome to l.a. |
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Chorus: xzibit |
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Welcome to l.a. |
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Where you can see the whole city burning |
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Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving |
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And your kids ain't learning shit, except this |
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Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else |
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(repeat 2x except last line) |
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Trying to survive, los angeles times |
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Verse one: xzibit |
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Mc's get fucked up, chopped like braveheart |
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Don't start what you can't finish, serious bidness |
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Down la seneca to bust a left on venice |
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Where you can find me and mines -- los angeles times |
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Welcome to l.a. |
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Where every other day i'm taking the hat off my head |
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Givin respect to the dead, and avoid havin the same thing |
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Said about me, xzibit stand underground |
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Like the roots of a tree, watered three times a day |
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Forty ounce olde e, like a magnifying glass |
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Making it easier to see, the mister x to the z |
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Don't peak, l.a., why test without vest-es |
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Stop lead projectile, apocalypse now |
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Love allah not new car, faggot, superstar |
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Type of cat, fuck that, mash away in a |
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Diamond-white concourse 'llac |
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Still black so the one-time react as if under attack |
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Ain't nothin changed but district range, feel no pain |
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Mr. big bad insane black john mcclane with |
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Liquor on the brain, down to earth like dirt |
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From the city where niggaz known for puttin in work |
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Chorus |
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Verse two: xzibit |
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Welcome to l.a. |
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If hand determine dick size, i'm palmin the earth |
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Select turf, then plant bad seed and give birth |
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And make the hard work look easy fuh sheezee |
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Leavin you and your best man, stiffer than mannequins |
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Enough to break the skin on a vietnam leatherneck |
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Marine drill sargeant, you nothin but a target (pow!) |
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Charge it to the game, gotta look beyond the brand name |
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Comin from the guts like i slammed down twenty cups |
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Of hennesey straight, relate feel my hate |
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Xzibit flippin through these bitches like dj trait |
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Translate to left field, only real niggaz follow |
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Bitches suck and swallow, i'm livin life behind the bottle |
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Never the role model, still shinin like a new automobile |
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Flow six-fo', you can't steal |
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Cause i got a kill switch with a itch for the action |
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While other rappers use mass weapons of destruction |
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To sell they shit |
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Chorus |
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Verse three: xzibit |
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El ve-te-rano, you can only pray to learn what i know |
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Ride slow across the horizon a lone desperado |
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Comin through the door bringin nothin but hits |
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Sometimes i feel like a matador, lookin at this bullshit |
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Niggaz pull rent from the crack of they ass |
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Maintain do your thang this too shall pass |
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I season beef with lead pieces then cook it with gas |
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I'm from the school of hard knocks way ahead in the class |
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Xzibit hard to get through, like bulletproof glass |
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Break it down like johnny cochran then mix it with hash |
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Your defense can't last against advanced prosecution |
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Hit the airwaves like pollution -- hey, here's a solution |
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Take a trip to washington then burn the constitution |
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Top government officials locked down for prostitution |
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Recruitin the hard rocks mean streets keep producin |
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The world is a riot shit is mine for the lootin |
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Chorus |
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Everyone's got to make a living (2x) |
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Chorus |
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Enjoy your stay, welcome to l.a. |
