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Lyrics for Best of Things by Xzibit:
| | | Artist: | Xzibit |
| | Album: | Restless | | Track: | Best of Things | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 502 | | | | Lyrics: | Xzibit]
I was voted most likely to have a psychiatric evaluation
Let's start the process
of elimination
This dedication is for niggaz with the green buddha
The bandula,
six-shooter to your suit coolers
Now how this feel? Cold black steel up in your grill
This
hollow point lead gon' be your last meal
Say your prayers, say your graces
Pieces of your
face is found in a hundred different places
Huh, so what we lookin like? We tryin to see some
hoes to fuck tonight
and you just tryin to see the afterlife
Make a decision before we
have a head-on collision
makin me spend the rest of my life in prison
See I can only play
the cards I was given
Multiplication division whatever you got to break mines off
like the
U.S. government did to Microsoft
Like Xzibit in some pussy with the lights turned off
It's
like
[Chorus]
I'm just livin to fulfill my dreams
I'm just tryin to have the
best of things
None of y'all can't take shit from me
Life's a bitch she ain't fuckin for
free
So I'ma ride til the wheels fall off
while all the rest get weak and go
soft
Your petite style, can get you beat down
My heat's loud, have you huggin on the
street now
[Xzibit]
Niggaz keep askin me how does it feel
How does WHAT feel?
Not havin to scrape for a meal?
Not bein locked down to a fucked up deal?
The biggest man
in Los Angeles is not Shaquille
We had to reinvent the wheel, draft new blueprints
Made a
whole album, spent HALF what you spent
then sent the rest to my people to invest wit
it
Custom fitted, if you want it nigga, come and get it
and I suggest you bring a million
niggaz runnin wit it
Split it, feel it, hit it it's hot, look
I ain't gon' stop til
everybody's shot
Muammar Khadaf's the dot, X mark the spot
with an infrared to your head,
left for dead
Fuck the feds, flee the country then grow some dreads (ya mon)
I suggest you
keep your distance, for instance, the same distance
it takes to get to the next solar system,
motherfucker
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
Strike one, when a nigga talkin shit with
his hands
Strike two, gettin caught in the wrong place with your pants down
Strike three,
tryin to fuck with the D-O-double-G
D-R-E, or any of my Alkaholik family
Huh, Xzibit turn
your vital signs to a straight line
Never seen a dog bite and bark at the same
time
Restless, rugged, never relaxed
Permanently owe you motherfuckers backs like
tax
Baseball bats and breaks upside of your head
Homey STILL gettin swoll off water and
bread
I got this, retaliation, for any situation I'm facin
and leave the stage with a
standin ovation, it's like
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