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Xzibit

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    [dj hurricane]
    East, west, check this out
    Check it, ye-yeah, ye-yeah
    East east, west west, south south..

    [chorus: dj hurricane]
    I got that east coast connect, west coast connect
    Dirty south connect, so show some respect
    When my niggaz comin through you see we comin correct
    Who are you, what you do, who you tryin to threat?

    [xzibit]
    I'm the wrong cat to call out; we fall out
    The police gon' have some dead bodies to haul out
    All out in the open for the world to see
    Avire-x to the z-i, b-i-t
    V.i.p., you're small time, three on three
    Cause you can't ball accurately, tackle the beast
    Stomp it down, slap it with heat, bitch behave
    Shit, we blaze to make a nigga act his age
    I'm tryin to write the phrase that pays
    You kick it with gays, dykes, and all type of wackness
    Preach what you practice
    Here we seperate the real niggaz from the actors
    A&r's, mc searchin, suck my cactus!
    Blackness surround your sight and sound
    As xzibit hit you and you hit the ground
    My chips ain't never gon' be down, watch me smoke
    And flatline the first nigga to cross this line

    [chorus]

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    [gipp]
    It's the gipp goodie, we kick the soul slang
    To yo' block, or they streets, we all gon' hang
    We like to shine and ride, bump corners in our bumper cars
    Top down, with the candy paint job
    Import export up and down the highway
    Old ladies transportin straight through the skyways
    In the corner in the five(? ) I got purple haze
    Fat knot short sess with the tree ton(? )
    These streets we run, rapper refund
    You ridin up but we want yo' flows old like girbauds
    We hold, everything it takes to create the odes
    To north to the west to the south again
    If it's war that you want just pull the pin
    Rules we don't break 'em, we refuse to bend
    If you don't build right you better take yo' ass home
    Cause some catch stray bullets all alone

    [chorus]

    [pharoahe monch]
    I got the chevy impala shit, street scholar with
    Collarless, japanese aikido with, rottweiler mixed
    Top dollar dick now, swallow my whole nut rap
    Gun in my mouth, pop shit, still sayin, "fuck that"
    You have to listen, brew, trapped in a tragic addiction
    Styles, multiply like japanese mathematicians
    Cut cause chaos - my kicks kill criminals
    I'm the subliminal adolf
    I'm the bomb that's attached to the time of a ticker
    Figure or swastika
    Quicker to pick a form of execution, pull it
    Bullet, to the head instead of eletrocution
    The rambunctious, bump in yo' trunk shit
    Totally insane, hurricane with pharoahe monch, gipp
    Xzibit the west coast (? ? ) (? ? ) we got
    New york wearin slippers and the south wearin hoodies

    [chorus 3x]

    [dj hurricane]
    Ye-yeah, uh-huh, ye-yeah
    Give it up, uh-huh (dirty south) ye-yeah, ye-yeah
    Give it up, uh-huh, give it up, shake it
    Uh-huh, kick it (dirty south) uh-huh
    Shake it.. uh-huh, shake it
    C'mon, give it up (dirty south)

    {*fades out*}

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