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talking it's Patron
I know she be lying shit she do it all the time
Think I give a fuck I turn lemons into limes
Can do it by myself I don't need em on my

The things that you do what I do?
Yea tell a nigga
You ain't know?

Don't stop keepin it on and on
What do you see? Something like a phenomenon
Baby whatll it

really fucked it up
I don't know what the fuck I want
There never really was an us
Addicted to you just like a drug
Obsession depression don't mix
But I

can do it by myself
Only chasing the wealth
If it ain't bout money
Keep it yourself
Never needed no help
Still put trophies on the shelf
You a worker

(I don't need it)
Fuck a hand out Ima get it by myself (Best believe it)
No one's ever gone say they put me on (Never put me on)
Me and all these

understand perfection

My nigga T-Dubb expressed himself
Oh yes he did
Now it's time for the DJ to put his bid in
Ya thinkin' he's mixin' the mix
Well your ass

do it at ease
I been on top of this shit for a while
Been out the mix still the talk of the town
East Tx Good Low I'm the heart of town
Shit get

to the top with my homies.
I pray for success by my lonely.
I'm Al Capone
Never mix me with a phony,
Danger is all that I'm knowing. 
Reciting a poem, 
My

any glucose
After I blow ima cop a new ghost
Visit Johnny Dang got my wrist on froze
Ice out my grille hope I don't overdose
Burrow in the streets so

Johnny, keep testin' me
Uh, yeah, I see
Uh, too pricey
If you don't like me, why you come by me?
Heart's way too cold, yeah, too icy
And these girls can't

I don't love her, I don't judge her
I ain't thinkin' nothin' of her
She gon' mix it 'til she lose her appetite and miss the supper

5'5" my kinda

Dear music, I don't know, I don't know

Dear music, I don't know if I can do it
Day dreaming, lucid that I'll mix and produce hits
Is it useless to fight

thunder
One punch to your jaw, use the ground, hug her

Johnny Trash, that's my name, don't wear it out
I heard you bitches yackin' heads, show me where

Los Angeles Times

Xzibit

40 Dayz & 40 Nightz

1998

ahead in the class
Xzibit hard to get through, like bulletproof glass
Break it down like Johnny Cochran then mix it with hash
Your defense can't last

Los Angeles Times

Xzibit

Soul in the Hole

1997

in the class
Xzibit hard to get through, like bulletproof glass
Break it down like Johnny Cochran then mix it with hash
Your defense can't last

I just dipped off with my goon squad
And she wanna come with me
Said now shawty it get active
Don't do no fifty fifty
Caught me swerving in that Audi

see
Ain't no time for this gemini
Paint me up and we goin fly
Paint me down and we goin cry
Dont hold me down the homie down
Hold me to it, we goin do

and "Don't Believe the Hype, "
"Can't Do Nuttin' For You Man"
"911 is a Joke" twenty years
We got here by actin' like common folk
Tourin' the world like

State Of Yo

The Brand New Heavies

Heavy Rhyme Experience, Vol. 1

1992

Yo, huh, what, yo huh, what, yo, yo, yo, huh, what, yo, huh, what

I'm in a state of yo
So if I go to the spliff that I passed
Mix it back with

up then a bitch, and you niggas really is-
Not fucking wit a nigga, cause I don't be in the mix
Ima pass that ho around, Ima pass her like I'm Chris

born
To do this

I going in without no friend, I go the beat blend though
And it's on there yo put it on the window
You fools with your Juuls, ya just

and talking but where we at wit’ da’ action
We so caught up wit da’ gossip keep getting trapped by distraction
Used to go in for the souls but now we do it for

Motha fckaz don't get it
I pray you do though
Yea
Uh
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea

Since a youngin always dreamed gettin rich 
I was tired of seeing my mother

rapido inna hurry
Water whip up the the pot clean
Mix-it up wipe it out do dishes
Yo bitch make me feel like my dick hittin different
My diamonds they wet