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letra de hit & run (part ii) - xzibit

[intro:]
[hightower:] baby, do me a favor, call up xzibit for me.
[xzibit:] allo?
[girl:] h-llo, xzibit?
[xzibit:] yeah, yeah, what’s up?
[girl:] hold on one second ok?
[xzibit:] alright
[hightower:] xzibit?
[xzibit:] hey, what’s up?
[hightower:] it’s ron, hightower.
[xzibit:] ah, what’s up dude, what’s goin’ down?
[hightower:] eh n-gg-, it ain’t nothin’ but a party!
[xzbibit:] yoo! sh-t it’s goin’ down?
[hightower:] hey, let me tell you something.
i got some ladies over here, you know…
[girl:] hi xzibit!
[xzibit:] what’s up?
[hightower:] he he, see what i’m saying.
they were just trying, you know, to tell you h-llo and sh-t
but listen why don’t you do this
when you’re done over there, why don’t you come here and sh-t
you know what i’m saying?
that way they can tell you h-llo on person
[xzibit:] ah alrihgt, you want me to bring you somethin’
[hightower:] hey, bring yourself, i’m sure they can handle the rest
you know what i mean?
[xzibit:] yeah yeah, alright, i’ll be over there in a minute.
[hightower:] peace!
[xzibit:] alright
[verse one:]
[xzibit:]
it’s a lazy sunday night
xzibit posted at the lab
gettin’ high as a kite
proceed to rolll the light
it’s real tight
in a paper philly blunts i don’t need
it might f-ck off the taste
of this bomb -ss weed
my n-gg- tango and breeze
came thru we blaze a few
together bored as f-ck
n-gg-s down for whatever
break left from the bomb

phone call from ron hightower
shower at his crib in a hour
all the women involved drop drawers
don’t say nothin’
just a lota nuttin’
f-ckin’ plus d-ck suckin’
godd-mn who was that?
half black with the fat -ss
too much to ask if you can put them on the gl-ss
(for me)
my name’s xzibit
i aint’ tryin’ to spit game
just tell me your name
and the proportions of your frame
(38-26-32)
that’s right
xzibit now has it poppin’ on sunday night
[chorus: (2x)]
i don’t wanna save ’em
pay em’ or buy clothes
all we really wanna do
is try to f-ck these hoes
[verse two:]
[r-ss k-ss:]
you knew the game
and you still ended up on your back…
[xzibit:]
b-tches get laid like tracks
break it down like that
with stacks of profilactics
got ill tactics just to get you on the matress like yo
[girl moaning in background]
with minimal conversation
no time wastin’
only hard penetration
gettin’ shiners on recliners
c-mmin’ in your faces
stop! get on top
i take your mind different places
won’t be satisfied till i hit every race
color and creed in deed
all i need is weed a fly st–z
who ain’t afraid to take the lead
a little dirt on your knees
looked over saw breeze
laid out on the couch about to let it all out
n-gg- that’s the kinda sh-t that i’m talkin’ about
[chorus: (4x)]
i don’t wanna save em’
pay em’ or buy clothes
all we really wanna do
is try to f-ck these hoes

- xzibit

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