X-Zibit

X-Zibit - Right On lyrics

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Yeah, ha

Ladies and gentlemen (Ha, Yeah)

You got money and then bitches

Power..



Ya had it, ya lost it

Ya leased it, ya flossed it

Business fell through now ya comin up off it

He bought it, he rolled it

He passed it, you smoked it

Now ya fucked up off some weed mixed wit coke shit

Ya love her, ya hate her

Ya fucked her, ya raped her

Twenty-five to life cuz ya can't control ya anger

Its heavy, its deep

Its solid, its weak

Things people say about ya records in the streets (Check it)

Be careful what ya wish for

Ya fuck around and get it

I did it got in it

Spit it and didnt waste a minute

So where my niggas at?

What part of the game is that?

I paid my dues now nobody tryin to pay me back

And if they did i would probably have as much as shaq

My life is the movie so listen to the soundtrack

This what its all about

You better stall me out

And feel the aim of the name you niggas callin out



[Chorus]

If you feelin how im feelin

And you ready and willin

to come to the table

I put it together who doin it better

Come bounce with me (Come on)

You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!)

Take em out!

If you movin how im movin

And you chosen and proven

So lose the illusion

The top guns cue the confusion

Come bounce with me (Come on!)

You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!)

Take em out!



I'm tired, I'm hungry

You're lazy, disgusting

You're lay around my house and ya never do nothing

I seen it, believed it

Planned it, conceived it

Missed me with the bullshit bitch I dont need it

I cheated, you cheated

We cheated, so beat it

Eat it like a dick bitch you too conceited

I broke it, replaced it

I slammed it, I chased it

Hands in the air if ya love gettin wasted baby!

You never seen us before

You betta come and get it

You with it im with it

I'm busy baby you fuckin with it

Is it your place or mind

Dont wanna waste your time

And you can get it how you want it it'll blow ya mind

Its over time

Takin pride in the bump and grind

A hit from behind to leave you with a broken spine

This what its all about

You better stall me out

Its just the game of the name you bitches callin out



[Chorus]



Pop it, drink it

Float it, sink it

Plan to stop me then you better rethink it

Drive it, use it

Pimp it, abuse it

Shit motherfuckers do to hip-hop music

I live it, I die it

I'm laughin, I'm cryin

Pop two of these bitch, lets start flying

I hear it, I taste it

I touched it, I faced it

Breakin down the bullshit back to the basics

I had to kick in the door

Thats how I had to get it

I shitted with lyrics

And getting better for fuckin credit

Gettin gangsta with it

The best that ever did it

Hit it and quit it my nigga

You shouldnt babysit it

We need more emcees and less wannabes

Three hundred and sixty degrees of reality

Thats what its all about

Kill em and haul em out

Now feel the aim of the name you haters callin out



[Chorus]


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