Lirik Lagu Loud And Clear - Xzibit
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[Xzibit]Yeah..Addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass priceSacrifice worth waitin on the platinum and iceI'm precise with the merchandise, came back like Christto change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the sameClear the lane, comin through like Kobe, you can't hold meYou can't stop me, ever since I dropped "Paparazzi"I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shitLike every idiot that can spit be droppin a hitI transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshittedShadowbox, detox, my own worse criticIt's like tryin to squeeze water from rocksI negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glockSick of niggaz screamin they hot, but really they notBeatin you all to the ground like six L.A. copsPut your fist up in the air if you ever been shotand lived to tell about it, never leavin home without it, c'mon
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]There's no one out there, for us, to fearI'll say it loud and clear..Who can say they're close, to usSpeak now and you'll be brought, to tears
[King Tee]They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin off on Centralwith the rag back, lookin like life's so simpleTela take a loss, still floss, all betsIf Trife can't cover the house, call XLikwit crew brothers, Blues BrothersMove somethin, make killers do somethin, f'realThe bitch-made often politic with the skillNow shit's all twisted, unlistedGuns fixed it, best not speak about the LikwitWe gifted, twenty-four hours and still lifted(*X*: Bitch keep your vagina) We drunk and ain't interestedBitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin itStandin at the bar, soft-styled in the cut"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much!"Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cupThe West and Eastside keep smokin them blunts, niggaz
[Interlude: Butch Cassidy]Let's get with it, I was born to tripStay on the lookout, ain't no time to slipWe ain't for games and shitChange your spot, cause we're known to dipNo time for chasin hoesI'm on a mission cause my cash is lowThere's no need to speak on thoseDoggy (?) are the gangsta's clothes
[Defari]There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghettoPops Finnish choco-late, moms Mississippi yellowCaramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellenceTogether we rise, no time for seperatenessMy grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a jackof a smack to a bird who don't know how to actStraight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smugglerGood ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude of "Fuck ya"
[Xzibit]Built to run forever, X the infiniteFirst line of defense to smash through the immigrantsCan't straddle the fence, it's all or nothinClose the curtain, shut down your whole productionDon't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustinwithout thinkin; I mastered the art of hard drinkinYo, you wanna stop the X, try your bestI'm still fuckin with your pockets like the IRS, so yo
[Chorus]
[Butch Cassidy]Gather all around, to seehow we display our vicious skillsI done seen and heard, enoughLet's prove the West coast is for real
.. speak now and you'll be brought to tears ..
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]There's no one out there, for us, to fearI'll say it loud and clear..Who can say they're close, to usSpeak now and you'll be brought, to tears
[King Tee]They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin off on Centralwith the rag back, lookin like life's so simpleTela take a loss, still floss, all betsIf Trife can't cover the house, call XLikwit crew brothers, Blues BrothersMove somethin, make killers do somethin, f'realThe bitch-made often politic with the skillNow shit's all twisted, unlistedGuns fixed it, best not speak about the LikwitWe gifted, twenty-four hours and still lifted(*X*: Bitch keep your vagina) We drunk and ain't interestedBitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin itStandin at the bar, soft-styled in the cut"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much!"Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cupThe West and Eastside keep smokin them blunts, niggaz
[Interlude: Butch Cassidy]Let's get with it, I was born to tripStay on the lookout, ain't no time to slipWe ain't for games and shitChange your spot, cause we're known to dipNo time for chasin hoesI'm on a mission cause my cash is lowThere's no need to speak on thoseDoggy (?) are the gangsta's clothes
[Defari]There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghettoPops Finnish choco-late, moms Mississippi yellowCaramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellenceTogether we rise, no time for seperatenessMy grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a jackof a smack to a bird who don't know how to actStraight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smugglerGood ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude of "Fuck ya"
[Xzibit]Built to run forever, X the infiniteFirst line of defense to smash through the immigrantsCan't straddle the fence, it's all or nothinClose the curtain, shut down your whole productionDon't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustinwithout thinkin; I mastered the art of hard drinkinYo, you wanna stop the X, try your bestI'm still fuckin with your pockets like the IRS, so yo
[Chorus]
[Butch Cassidy]Gather all around, to seehow we display our vicious skillsI done seen and heard, enoughLet's prove the West coast is for real
.. speak now and you'll be brought to tears ..
