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    Xzibit / Lyrics

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    "Plastic Surgery" Lyrics

    Xzibit feat. Ras Kass and Saafir

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    Genre:Hip-Hop
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    Intro:
    Arabian Voice: Doctor, Doctor, I need help Doctor
    Nurse: Sit down and wait your turn
    Xzibit: Sit your ass down

    Saafir:
    You have, scars in your mask like Seal
    That ain't for real
    We'll have to fix that, yo nigga sit back

    Xzibit:
    Your flow remind me of a nigga that I just don't feel
    Same style and delivery
    Might as well have his grill
    Pass the scaple, the alcohol, plants
    25 hundered get you style enhanced
    It's like...

    Saafir:
    This, mask right will lift your grill
    It'll put height in your mack
    Don't take to much off
    If you want a nose like Michael Jackson

    Xzibit:
    If you want it done right, nigga come see this
    maybe even send your bitch
    We can fix them tits
    From a C cup to a double D cup
    Make them big shits, doctor lick em, yeah

    Saafir:
    I like to, axe em, jack em for their financial
    need a facial I'll change the skin tone in the inner racial
    After I'm done, you might have a little pouch tone
    Nothin' my scaple can't fix
    What kind of face you want

    Singing Voice:
    I want the kind that make me look like I can rhyme

    Saafir:
    It'll cost you

    Singing Voice:
    But I can find the skrilla, if I can have that nigga face named Saafir!

    Saafir:
    That's inposterous, plus I never cloned a microphone
    What type of shit you on, I hope you got insurance
    Before I sit you on my gurney
    And lead you to an anestetic breather
    If ya not broke, I'll save your face like dope and make it right
    Casue being fake ain't tight
    You need plastic surgury

    Hook:
    I hear the same ole rhymes, the same ole style
    (It seems you need plastic surgury)X5

    Xzibit:
    I'm located, at, the bottom of the black list
    I like to malpractice, complicate a surgury
    Intoxicated, smoke cigaretts, drop ass in your gases
    feel the utencil, knife is dull like a pencil
    And what?
    When a nigga place pussy get fucked
    Without a kiss or a hug, like contaminated blood,
    Transfused from a junkie
    With the hair of Jones, I reconstruct the bones
    Of all hip hop clones

    Ras Kass:
    I date fat girls that weight 215
    With low self esteem, cause it's easier to get the pussy
    I'm performing vinyl liposuctions

    Saafir:
    Phat MC

    Ras Kass:
    Phat production, motherfuckin' facial reconstruction
    Needles injected 33 RPM of anestic for ? to require cosmetic
    sex changes from bitch niggas to ra ra niggas
    the only cure for sick lyrics is to implant a hit gimmick

    Saafir:
    This shit is full blown, you better head to the clinic
    After Captain Save A Hoe, we had the luitenit
    Operate get straight, we hear to seperate the fake from the classic
    niggas get blasted if they plastic

    Hook

    Ras Kass:
    I'm like Dougie Howser MD with a desert eagle
    Criminal Genius
    operation, seperatin' them siamese twins hangin' beneath them niggas penis
    Take it to your face like a skin graph
    rappers, I specialize in talent transplants (word?)
    You want (phat) fat lips nurse get to college
    And ten tons of stomach pumps from all the cum you and Richard Gere be
    swallowin'
    Now followin' aks Vanna to buy you flowers
    so you can C (see) I A (aye) E-Swift O (Oh) U (you) know Y (why)
    We remain uncontested to the contender, we can
    Million Man March all the way to December
    January, Feburary 28th

    Saafir:
    I, never, wash my hands
    The only rubber gloves I wear is on my dick
    But I'll split you quick
    Like Jackie Chan, the way I switch my wristhand
    I make ya sick, but I'm a doctor, don't trip
    Hopefully, in surgury, I won't slip
    on a tile that file and twist ya lips
    Like Collin Powell
    Descriptions I'm overwrite
    For the ones thats over bitin' on dental records
    bitin', to God, send your blessings
    I'll put your mask on, fast like Romidon minks
    and bitches, I have, ? half blind in the paper, they named me
    A Large Professor, a Mad Scientist, with a long line of clients
    BITCH! GET OUT OF MY OFFICE
    You don't have an appointment or an application
    For me to attack your face in my practice
    Never lackin' when I'm insurting these plastic patches
    Seems like you need plastic surgury

    Intro:
    Arabian Voice: Doctor, Doctor, I need help Doctor
    Nurse: Sit down and wait your turn
    Xzibit: Sit your ass down

    Saafir:
    You have, scars in your mask like Seal
    That ain't for real
    We'll have to fix that, yo nigga sit back

    Xzibit:
    Your flow remind me of a nigga that I just don't feel
    Same style and delivery
    Might as well have his grill
    Pass the scaple, the alcohol, plants
    25 hundered get you style enhanced
    It's like...

    Saafir:
    This, mask right will lift your grill
    It'll put height in your mack
    Don't take to much off
    If you want a nose like Michael Jackson

    Xzibit:
    If you want it done right, nigga come see this
    maybe even send your bitch
    We can fix them tits
    From a C cup to a double D cup
    Make them big shits, doctor lick em, yeah

    Saafir:
    I like to, axe em, jack em for their financial
    need a facial I'll change the skin tone in the inner racial
    After I'm done, you might have a little pouch tone
    Nothin' my scaple can't fix
    What kind of face you want

    Singing Voice:
    I want the kind that make me look like I can rhyme

    Saafir:
    It'll cost you

    Singing Voice:
    But I can find the skrilla, if I can have that nigga face named Saafir!

    Saafir:
    That's inposterous, plus I never cloned a microphone
    What type of shit you on, I hope you got insurance
    Before I sit you on my gurney
    And lead you to an anestetic breather
    If ya not broke, I'll save your face like dope and make it right
    Casue being fake ain't tight
    You need plastic surgury

    Hook:
    I hear the same ole rhymes, the same ole style
    (It seems you need plastic surgury)X5

    Xzibit:
    I'm located, at, the bottom of the black list
    I like to malpractice, complicate a surgury
    Intoxicated, smoke cigaretts, drop ass in your gases
    feel the utencil, knife is dull like a pencil
    And what?
    When a nigga place pussy get fucked
    Without a kiss or a hug, like contaminated blood,
    Transfused from a junkie
    With the hair of Jones, I reconstruct the bones
    Of all hip hop clones

    Ras Kass:
    I date fat girls that weight 215
    With low self esteem, cause it's easier to get the pussy
    I'm performing vinyl liposuctions

    Saafir:
    Phat MC

    Ras Kass:
    Phat production, motherfuckin' facial reconstruction
    Needles injected 33 RPM of anestic for ? to require cosmetic
    sex changes from bitch niggas to ra ra niggas
    the only cure for sick lyrics is to implant a hit gimmick

    Saafir:
    This shit is full blown, you better head to the clinic
    After Captain Save A Hoe, we had the luitenit
    Operate get straight, we hear to seperate the fake from the classic
    niggas get blasted if they plastic

    Hook

    Ras Kass:
    I'm like Dougie Howser MD with a desert eagle
    Criminal Genius
    operation, seperatin' them siamese twins hangin' beneath them niggas penis
    Take it to your face like a skin graph
    rappers, I specialize in talent transplants (word?)
    You want (phat) fat lips nurse get to college
    And ten tons of stomach pumps from all the cum you and Richard Gere be
    swallowin'
    Now followin' aks Vanna to buy you flowers
    so you can C (see) I A (aye) E-Swift O (Oh) U (you) know Y (why)
    We remain uncontested to the contender, we can
    Million Man March all the way to December
    January, Feburary 28th

    Saafir:
    I, never, wash my hands
    The only rubber gloves I wear is on my dick
    But I'll split you quick
    Like Jackie Chan, the way I switch my wristhand
    I make ya sick, but I'm a doctor, don't trip
    Hopefully, in surgury, I won't slip
    on a tile that file and twist ya lips
    Like Collin Powell
    Descriptions I'm overwrite
    For the ones thats over bitin' on dental records
    bitin', to God, send your blessings
    I'll put your mask on, fast like Romidon minks
    and bitches, I have, ? half blind in the paper, they named me
    A Large Professor, a Mad Scientist, with a long line of clients
    BITCH! GET OUT OF MY OFFICE
    You don't have an appointment or an application
    For me to attack your face in my practice
    Never lackin' when I'm insurting these plastic patches
    Seems like you need plastic surgury
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Alvin Joiner, Eric Brooks, John R. Austin, Reggie Gibson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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