Lirik Lagu Carry The Weight - Xzibit
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Intro: Xzibit, [J-Ro]
I really wish I could you know at twenty-oneyouknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo[I'ma tell you exactly why I do the thingsI do, youknowhatI'm sayin']Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin'Go aheadYeah! I break it down like this
Verse One:
You see I don't like to remenisce about the pastThe lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouthEach and every wrong move the police keep countmake it real fuckin' easy to get streched outI was at the funeral when it all beganYou know the painful transition from a boy to menI lost sight of my mother at the age of ninedidn't understand death nearly lost my mindBut see life moves on and broke niggas can't change itAge ten, new step family arrangementat thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my dickAnd noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated like shitI would forever be hit with anything in reachThen my father would proceed to go to church and preachabout forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lackedGettin' jump when he said and the head gat crackedphysical contact was in form of a slapat the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit backcourtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrapLeft the bitch on the ground with her eyes on blackRan away from the house of Teresa and NateInto juvenile detention where I built up hateI don't remember the date of the judical debatebut legally I was now in custody of the state
Chorus:
And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drinkSay what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speakI'm trying to contemplate the next move to makeGotta find some way to release this hate
And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drinkSay what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speakI'm trying to contemplate the next move to makeGotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight
Interlude: Xzibit, [J-Ro]
[Yeah it's fucked up though man][YouknowhatI'msayin']Yo[The fuck you doin' in jail]Insane man, I don't know man, he he he[Yeah wats goin' on down there, gotta get out dude]Yeah I be out in couple of weeks manYouknowI'msayin'[It's popin' man]It's cool yo fuck that[It's popin' out here]They can go on and on for that[I'm tellin' you it's popin' man come home]
Verse Two:
And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at homebut only now I was fucked up plus all aloneMy father talkin' all crazy to me over the phoneTurned age sixteen now on my ownStarted running with cats who carried gats cause they had toowith no hesitation lock load then blast youWithout a hastle we in a town of hicksfuckin' all these chicksSellin' rock by the bricksso we feelin' like we mothafuckin' Nino BrownAt the house when the mothafuckin' man touched downScreamin' demands "Let me see your goddamn hands (now)"A.T.F. cause of handguns and contrabanwe never kept it in the houseSo of course we cloundedOnly found one pistol took us all down townWe be out by the end of the afternoongettin' drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wifeTy and Matt caught bodiesNow they spend there life behind barscatchin' scars that will not healniggas don't know the half about keepin' it real
Chorus 1 1/2
outro:
Like thisLike this, like thatYeah! gotta carry the weightLike this euh!Bringin liveYeah! yeah! like thisIt's XzibitGotta carry the weightLike that yo!Like that yo!
I really wish I could you know at twenty-oneyouknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo[I'ma tell you exactly why I do the thingsI do, youknowhatI'm sayin']Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin'Go aheadYeah! I break it down like this
Verse One:
You see I don't like to remenisce about the pastThe lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouthEach and every wrong move the police keep countmake it real fuckin' easy to get streched outI was at the funeral when it all beganYou know the painful transition from a boy to menI lost sight of my mother at the age of ninedidn't understand death nearly lost my mindBut see life moves on and broke niggas can't change itAge ten, new step family arrangementat thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my dickAnd noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated like shitI would forever be hit with anything in reachThen my father would proceed to go to church and preachabout forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lackedGettin' jump when he said and the head gat crackedphysical contact was in form of a slapat the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit backcourtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrapLeft the bitch on the ground with her eyes on blackRan away from the house of Teresa and NateInto juvenile detention where I built up hateI don't remember the date of the judical debatebut legally I was now in custody of the state
Chorus:
And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drinkSay what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speakI'm trying to contemplate the next move to makeGotta find some way to release this hate
And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drinkSay what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speakI'm trying to contemplate the next move to makeGotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight
Interlude: Xzibit, [J-Ro]
[Yeah it's fucked up though man][YouknowhatI'msayin']Yo[The fuck you doin' in jail]Insane man, I don't know man, he he he[Yeah wats goin' on down there, gotta get out dude]Yeah I be out in couple of weeks manYouknowI'msayin'[It's popin' man]It's cool yo fuck that[It's popin' out here]They can go on and on for that[I'm tellin' you it's popin' man come home]
Verse Two:
And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at homebut only now I was fucked up plus all aloneMy father talkin' all crazy to me over the phoneTurned age sixteen now on my ownStarted running with cats who carried gats cause they had toowith no hesitation lock load then blast youWithout a hastle we in a town of hicksfuckin' all these chicksSellin' rock by the bricksso we feelin' like we mothafuckin' Nino BrownAt the house when the mothafuckin' man touched downScreamin' demands "Let me see your goddamn hands (now)"A.T.F. cause of handguns and contrabanwe never kept it in the houseSo of course we cloundedOnly found one pistol took us all down townWe be out by the end of the afternoongettin' drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wifeTy and Matt caught bodiesNow they spend there life behind barscatchin' scars that will not healniggas don't know the half about keepin' it real
Chorus 1 1/2
outro:
Like thisLike this, like thatYeah! gotta carry the weightLike this euh!Bringin liveYeah! yeah! like thisIt's XzibitGotta carry the weightLike that yo!Like that yo!
