Xzibit
Everything
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| Добавлена 8 октября 2012 пользователем N1 |
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[Hook]
I was on the block pitching rocks at fifteen
I remember underage drinking at sixteen
Let my nuts hang, Cali bang at seventeen
Now I got everything, bitch, I got everything
[Verse 1]
My back was to the wall, risked it all, after all, all I had was me
Just tenacity, so we all leave with a sense of sweet
Then everything I write around got a cotton seat
Fuck y'all dry, sawed-off and done rapidly
Partner, now let's be honest, ain't got no good intentions
The opportunist it's you moving in my position
But I'm a heavyweight, humble, hitting the heavy bag
Waiting for the day I stumble across your fucking ass
Instead I push the work in, chin up and chest out
Picking the shit up where I left off
You went soft and sensitive, too timid to tangle with the Lost Angel
I admit it, I bull shit and gave you the wrong angle
Now I have a seat at my table, let me do you the business
Diversify you millions, you can live off the interest
Make every revenue stream flood, see where it took me
And make that money stack higher than giraffes, pussy
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I used to have a Glock that I would shoot through a backpack
So it will leave no shells at the scene
Where I was getting my get-back
Yeah, this for the homie whack, roll through and chop it up
On hard to make the west diveded a united front
Burn big, light it up, waiting on that vending truck
So I can crush the corner, welcome to California
Where people fake it 'till they make it
I was on the block pitching rocks at fifteen
I remember underage drinking at sixteen
Let my nuts hang, Cali bang at seventeen
Now I got everything, bitch, I got everything
[Verse 1]
My back was to the wall, risked it all, after all, all I had was me
Just tenacity, so we all leave with a sense of sweet
Then everything I write around got a cotton seat
Fuck y'all dry, sawed-off and done rapidly
Partner, now let's be honest, ain't got no good intentions
The opportunist it's you moving in my position
But I'm a heavyweight, humble, hitting the heavy bag
Waiting for the day I stumble across your fucking ass
Instead I push the work in, chin up and chest out
Picking the shit up where I left off
You went soft and sensitive, too timid to tangle with the Lost Angel
I admit it, I bull shit and gave you the wrong angle
Now I have a seat at my table, let me do you the business
Diversify you millions, you can live off the interest
Make every revenue stream flood, see where it took me
And make that money stack higher than giraffes, pussy
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I used to have a Glock that I would shoot through a backpack
So it will leave no shells at the scene
Where I was getting my get-back
Yeah, this for the homie whack, roll through and chop it up
On hard to make the west diveded a united front
Burn big, light it up, waiting on that vending truck
So I can crush the corner, welcome to California
Where people fake it 'till they make it
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