Текст песни Xzibit - Throw It Like It's Free (feat. Black Milk & Phats & Tre Capital) [Bonus Track]

Жанр: West Coast Rap
Исполнитель: Xzibit
Альбом: Napalm
Длительность: 03:16
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Загрузил: Partizan


[Black Milk] America's nightmare The American dream Sounds like the beginnin of the endin of the millenium when you in a storm's lightning Inner city kid with a pipe dream Shut down in the blink of an eye Handcuffed in the back of a cop car on the block where his best friend just died Everything they showed and they know is lies Everything we had before it was ours Look real deep in the eyes of 'em Look real deep in the minds of the blind and Put my time in the rhyme and Do you by the signs of the time kid Whenever I spit that, line for line shit quick, quick E'rybody calm down just for a bit Yo, livin in the land of the dark Livin in the land of the lost 30,000 feet up 'til we landed Goin city to city to rock, watch all the fans put they hands up, up This is that realer, iller, killer Down for a nigga, I'm standin (yeah!) Somethin that's iller, iller, nigga (yeah) Somethin that the people are demandin [Xzibit] Check the background, your rap's not tight We don't fight, we push lead through the pipe Came like a thief in the night I lean with the left then I follow right behind with the right California term' on sight Then I take it back to the D, "Whatupdoe?" Cut up flow the same way I cut up blow Shut up hoe, abducted, U.F.O. Walk in a war zone, U.S.O. I'm at an all-time new plateau, lockin a round let it go Anybody get bodied you better know Can't do anything about it but get low On the real, before you get the Maybach and the self-made tags Get your own lane, fuck tryin to bring the game back Slap you out them skinny ass jeans with a back slap Better make change, you them niggaz get they chain snatched [Chorus] [Tre Capital] Lobster perception, stand at ease with attention Did I really even have to mention? Now me, X, Black on a pursuit of perfection Formulate a plot, man fuck your conception Brand new nigga with a flow that's divine All they ever did was write line after line Killin time after time and I'm not in my prime So instead of watchin the throne man the glory is mine Where do we go when we conquered it all? How do we feel when there's nothin at all? Why do we walk when we started to crawl? But like King James I was destined to ball Like what up, what up, we got one, hot one Spit lyrical homicide with a shotgun Click clack boom, praise God that we lost son Told these muh'fuckers not to mess with the wrong one Songs don't wait, welcome to the new edition Hand-to-hand, eliminate the competition Westside to the D, it's a coalition that we grind so hard that we had to give the rags to the riches, keys to the business What is this? Just a young nigga with ambition Knock your head off, protect my position Man down, man on a mission, listen [Chorus]
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