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Paparazzi

Xzibit

At the Speed of Life

1996

woof tickets
Nigga, you make a gang of noise and never seen like a cricket
I guess that's why we never kick it
A lot of niggas is soft and get tossed

Fraud niggas I’m feeling great
I drop a body off drop a track and speed away
I still bump juice and gin
I still roll tree with hen
I still got blood

me, no, I'm feeling fine
My naked mind
My naked mind
Half-focused pictures thread these days gone by
Man's fallen chorus rages and recites
As we lose we

Ain't no looking back 
Yall created this monster (You know it)

At five years old we're taught to pledge allegiance by ten years old 
I stopped pledging

complain, played out by LMFAO
Adele takes home the Grammy, can relate to being homely, can't we?
And she says she's 'proud,' but honestly who owns the stocks?

the kitchen
On the washer and the dryer, clean the house when we finish
Every time you look around, it's a different damn picture
By the time a nigga done, this

copin' with a bottle band
To keep me on my feet
How ironic, gin and tonic struck me down
To the bottom more times than I'd like to admit
Had some good

get naked for them likes
I stomp on you, not on ya jays
They got more value than your face
Hungry for beef, I got the space
I slap your face, 'cuz

mansions
Someone on the islands, no Hampton better level up
Clico by the cases
Whiskey w/ no chasers
Praises to the maker
Man we made it out the gutter
S/o

liquor or wine a sin
Naw bruh, pass me the gin and juice  
As long we don't get drunk and loose
It's okay, What you want Sharday
Some Bacarday, Do you got

younger it ain't fair 
We both hate the town that we grew up within 
Had to escape with bottles of gin 
Cigarettes shared nearly every time 
Now I'm out

falls down can you get away
Finally let go of the pain and the hard days
In due time prolly feel more if I don't, still ballin when the time on the clock

Smoke Dope and Rap

Dre Dog

Producer's Cut, Vol. 1

2001

the Visine for the tight red eyes
Jump in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set
The blunt went out but we ain't done yet
Get another one blaze like

Smoke Dope and Rap

Dre Dog

New Jim Jones [Clean]

2006

the Visine for the tight red eyes
Jump in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set
The blunt went out but we ain't done yet
Get another one blaze like

On the phone macking with shorty
Aye what's up
Tryna get it in with the baddest bitch
And you can bring some friends
Let's have a party juice and gin
And this

Hop on the deck
I'm on a quest
To better things
Before I break ya neck we can count up all my rings
From broken promises
That left me in a frozen

the package through transit ain't send it by air so it's showing up at the lake
Came up from the mud I turned it to a marble floor
First I get dome then she

dies down after rush hour
Though I'm not sure if I should be alone
Don't know where we came from or what we did
But by morning I might reconvene
It's all

Spittin non fiction
I want friction with all critics
You could Go on get it
You small fishes I'm all business
Upon fitting you all in it
But don't

duck boy admit it in my stomach it is pitted all the untruths get fact checked by the critics while this acid reflux got me light on the citrus I'll take

had the cleanest, but i remember getting told don't fuck with crime just bust rhyme, so when we went to new school we was the leaders, quoting more in

me as I'm writing this
I'm sleeping alone and you both sleeping by his
And a couple days prior we sharing my bed kissing and touching
'Cause friendship

wanting dough
It's about time you be calling ma phone
Cause when you hit me up right 
It feel like Henny over Gin
Bout to get on our bike 
And pedal over

mindful of it’s own nervous rage
Feel like nothin but we want something
To lean on to run to to stand for to show you
We they him myself her them I’m by