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XZIBIT
(feat. Dr. Dre) {Xzibit} Time to snap out of it, welcome to the real world My life like a Hitchcock flick, stick to the script If she can't stick to the script, stick to this dick How she actin off of the fifth? Ridiculous shit We don't need conversation, just crowd participation If you here on vacation we got, rules and regulations Seperate myself from y'all, segregation Tryin to stop Xzibit and Dre? Humiliation Pure elevation, got me some inspiration Two bitches in bubble baths, a beautiful invitation Got a live occupation, live for the moment I'm faced with an altercation manhandlin my opponents I got eyes in the back of my head I never sleep so they bloodshot red Yo we so far ahead of our time If we can stop life and press rewind You still wouldn't catch up 'til 2K and a dime, so turn it up {Chorus - female and male singers} {F} Turn it up! {M} Turn it up {F} This is it! {M} This is it {F} We the shit {M} We the shiiiiiiiiiit {F} Get with it! {F} Give a fuck {M} Give a fuck {F} Who you wit {M} Who you wit {F} Turn it up! {M} Turn it uppppppppppp {F} Get with it! {Dr. Dre} Truthfully speakin, it's lonely up here all by myself So I had to come down and pass around some help From N.W.A to whatever's next Make sure it says ANDRE YOUNG in bold letters on big checks Your shit ain't sellin? Fuck it, get Dr. Dre on it You got a budget? I'll get down, give me half of it One session, one song, I'm gone The first week, you hit the streets, a star is born to add to my universe - let me show you who can invade who nigga, and who can do who the worst Warning from the Surgeon General Watch out for fake hits and bullshit that sounds identical Pick it up, read the credits, who you thought it was? Twenty years in the game, with a constant buzz Pick a year, any year, see how hot I was Same shit today, and still don't give a fuck! ::Chorus::LyricsCafe.com:: {Chorus 2} {M} Stay.. in your place {X} Stay in your place nigga {M} You can't face, what we bringin {X} What we bring to the game, playa {M} Bounce like this {X} Bounce {F} Bounce like this {M} Blaze your shit {F} Blaze your shit {M} And get high for meeeeeeee {Xzibit} Let me give y'all niggaz somethin to hold This product not to be sold Know you can't cook it over a stove You can flip it and come back with a mitt Don't make me reach through your limo tint I just want my twenty percent This is dedicated to the people that spoke too soon I think I'll stop shootin you niggaz and shoot for the moon Motherfuckers turn respect on and off like a light switch I'll never be seen, like Farrakhan fuckin a white bitch Jump I won't flinch, dump I don't miss X holdin this, I'm never losin faith or focus So say what you gotta say, every day a holiday We don't blow the roof, we blow the whole fuckin spot away {BOOM} Organize permission like, organized crime Organized minds, organize they nickels and dimes Organized vocab be organizing my rhymes Organizing my business and organizing my time, so turn it up ::Chorus::LyricsCafe.com::
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