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    Xzibit / Lyrics

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    "U Know" Lyrics

    Xzibit feat. Dr. Dre

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    [Xzibit]
    Most niggaz get it confused right? Huh
    They think it's all chronic and palm trees out this muh'fucka
    Bitches and bikinis, listen, huh

    Some niggaz is better left alone
    I place you underneath the very ground you walkin on
    And ain't no children in this motherfucker, drop your tone
    Ain't got no business even FUCKIN with no microphones
    So yo it's me against the world, and ain't got shit to lose
    My heavy artillery built to make the masses move
    I carry tools that'll pick you up and out your shoes
    Xzibit bringin new meanin to alcohol abuse
    I wanna fall up in the spot where all the bitches at
    Holdin somethin heavy to help you straighten out your back
    A couple of drinks and I bend you over the kitchen sink
    So what you think I owe you somethin bitch for fuckin me?
    (BITCH) Get a grip, misery love company, check it
    Xzibit show you the difference between real life and makin a record
    Makin the moves and connections that you never expected
    What good is money and the fame if you never respected?
    Check it out

    [Chorus]
    You know, who's runnin these fuckin streets
    (You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga)
    Don't be actin like your shit don't stink (c'mon)
    Y'all ain't fuckin with X
    You know, we roll so fuckin deep
    (Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)
    Cause you're actin like your shit don't stink

    [Xzibit]
    Yo, I ain't afraid of them fuckin invisible gats
    you always bringin out in your raps
    My shit'll quickly make you fold and collapse
    My goal to strictly takin over the map, by any means
    Hustle and make more tracks than a her-on fiend
    Keep my enemies on a first name basis
    and hate them niggaz like a skinhead racist
    Chuck Taylors and fat laces
    Stompin hoes through y'all turf
    I hurt worse than natural childbirth
    A chick can suck my dick til the big squirt (AH-AHH!)
    The song work, so ain't no playin wit us
    Findin out where you rest your head and I'm sprayin it up
    The remains that's left behind can probably fit in a cup
    You pressin your luck, you makin yourselves easy to touch
    I'm from the home of the hit 'em up, only two ways
    You droppin some shells or you get 'em up, back in the days
    there was a time there was this woman that I want to keep up
    but nowadays when I see you I'm just tryin to fuck
    so check it out

    [Chorus]
    You know, who's runnin these fuckin streets
    (The king of these West coast gangsta beats, niggaz)
    Always droppin off nothin but straight heat
    so stay the fuck out of the way
    You know, we roll so fuckin deep
    (Round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)
    Cause you're actin like your shit don't stink
    Y'all ain't fuckin with Dre

    [Dr. Dre]
    Thangs just ain't the same since he came out
    Two thousand and one, came blew the game out
    I heard you was hot {*huff*} blew your flame out
    And got the nerve to believe you hold the same cloud?
    I thought I told you, keep my name out of your fuckin mouth
    (But Dr. Dre!) See that's exactly what I'm talkin bout
    That shit right there, that's all day long
    Just don't stop, I gots to be alone at the top
    Forever ready loaded and locked, with niggaz that'll circle yo' block
    and let 'em pop til some bodies get dropped
    It's Doc Holiday in the flesh
    (Still) hold it down, represent, resurrect the West
    (Still) holdin ground, touchin down, with my nigga X
    (Still) send a couple through yo' chest if you disrespect
    Dr. Dre comin back (shit) I never left
    The number one ranked highest paid celebrity guest
    That's eight digits, motherfuckers

    [Chorus]
    You know, who's runnin these fuckin streets
    (You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat nigga)
    Don't be actin like your shit don't stink (c'mon)
    Y'all ain't fuckin with X
    You know, we roll so fuckin deep
    (Yeah round after round in the middle of the street niggaz)
    Cause you're actin like your shit don't stink (YO)
    Y'all ain't fuckin with X
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Andre Young, Alvin Joiner, Dominick Lamb.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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