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letra de in my face - xzibit

(intro)
oooooh… do re mi [xzibit]
fa so la ti do yeah i’m doin’ vocals
intimateturn the music up, yeah c’mon!
{beat starts…}
yeah! c’mon in, yeah welcome
haa! yeah! yeah!
uhh, ya undastand me?
hey yoooooouu… dj motherf-ckin’ quik, yeah
you know me, x to the z, yeah (arah!)
ahh, it don’t stop, huhh yeah
some new sh-t, come on…
we just want you to bounce to
this sh-t for a minute, yeah
ain’t no rush… relax yourself…
relieve your stress, here we go
yes…
bounce, come on bounce, come on boooounce…{repeat}

put your p-ssy in my faaaace…
and let me lick you ’till i
feel the taaaaste…

[xzibit] (verse one) {1: 56}
i am the master of the ceremony
so my territory be off limits to gimmicks
and n-gg-s with wack lyrics
and tracks that lack spirits
so pop your collar (pop your collar!)
f-ck a dollar, i’m at ya tough and hard to swallow
hard act to follow never the role model the what not
set up shots slipknot my way to the top, pa-da pow!
then changed the direction of it (yeah)
from the n-gg-s that hate it to n-gg-s that love it
what choo want from it
a reputation a luxurious life
maybe find you a hoe that you could transform into a house wife
you loose stripes when you recite thru your wind pipes
with action cameras and lights and your sh-t ain’t tight
it’s on on sight thug rugged the love of it (yeah)
push it shlingd’it shove it in the vein we dope
remain with smoke, remote with tash and ras k-ss
six months of full blast b-tch, gimme dat -ss!… ha ha

(chorus) {2: 42}
put your p-ssy in my faaace… and i’ll
(let me lick you laaady)
lick you ’till i feel the taaaste…
(would you, would you)
{repeat 2x}
feel the taste…
feel the taste… of lovin’ you
feel the taste…
feel the taste… of lovin’ you

[hi-c] (verse two) {3: 24}
i’m a royalty check cashin’
coup deville smashin’, pretty t-tty -ss-ssin
lookin’ for some action
if you want comp-ssion, i’ll be p-ssy b-sshin’
baby hit me up like ‘yo, what the f-ck happened? ‘
‘was it somethin’ i did? was it my three kids?
you don’t love me no more, was it the wave or the wig? ‘
i’m tryna be nice, so i’m sittin’ there thinkin’
but i had to tell the b-tch ‘baby your breath be stinkin’ (ha ha)
n-gg-s, spendin’ they last, tryna hustle for -ss
you bought a cadillac truck, but you can’t buy gas
insurance is a b-tch, i hope you don’t crash
but when you do, let me buy them rims and slap ’em on my jag
when it come to fasion, don’t make me start flashin’
break a b-tch off, and have that whole tire slashin’
i’m leather, you’re leather, together we be clashin’
quik! hit ’em with the chorus, homie start bashin’!

(chorus) {4: 06}
put your p-ssy in my faaace… and i’ll
(let me lick you laaady)
lick you ’till i feel the taaaste…
(would you, would you)
{repeat 2x}
feel the taste…
feel the taste… of lovin’ you
feel the taste…
feel the taste… of lovin’ you

- xzibit

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