Lyrics:
dope, I'm a Dope Boy
The mag light up like a glow toy
I let it go
I got a couple skeleton's in my past to show for it
No disrespect to Mistah F.A.B.
But
Gather 'round, go a-head and stare
(You street folks don't need permission my life's in hi-definition)
Listen with your eyes follow with your ears
god damn faggot, we're gonna kill you,
you motherfucker."
So I got in a phone booth by the Kentucky Fried Chicken on Burnside,
held my legs
of the mornin' light
Bonnie grabbed me by the belt loop and pulled me in the car
And Clyde held a saw'd-off to my head and lit me a big cigar
If you're
Fucked this white bitch in the office, got fired from work
Nine-to-five, government high taxes, police dispatches
Pure accretive attackin' black Asiatics
was 'sleep
Whispered in my ear this is your year (crack preach)
So I testify
To burn down the throne, niggaz follow my lead
Save your breath for
created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
My style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel
for grief
My nigga just died last week
And I couldn’t couldn’t go to his funeral
Cause I put the hole in his cheek
Cause I put the hole in his cheek
tasty
Dead feds in my closet cause they tried to chase me
November the 29th, I bust open my mommas cock
Pussy hole addicted to drinking, now I'm addicted
[Chorus - Xzibit]
I'm the police, I'm the police
I'm the police, I'm the police
[Verse 1 - Xzibit]
I love my fucking rob, and I don't want to stop
In my eyes
Indisposed
In disguises no one knows
Hides the face
Lies the snake
And the sun in my disgrace
Boiling heat
Summer stench
Neath the black,
In my eyes
Indisposed
In disguises no one knows
Hides the face
Lies the snake
And the sun in my disgrace
Boiling heat
Summer stench
Neath the black,
ass
But they not gon' teach ya how they burned Tulsa down in class
Til' they do I'm on they neck
Got a foot up in they ass
Bitch I'm comin' for my check
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
tasty
Dead feds in my closet cause they tried to chase me
November the 29th, I bust open my mommas cock
Pussy hole addicted to drinking, now I'm
should've ran from the police
That glock in my hand I shoot the 40
Can they free my mans call every morning
Jump fresh out the cell im back to recording
(Yeah this beat cold, empty pockets no holes)
I'm feeling my pockets in my jeans, like I'm feeling this beat
Looking for the notes, the cash, 'n
underground, with the vest is on
Open up your head, now your flesh is torn
Never turn my back up at restaurants
Put holes in your chest, come test the don
45 in
In my eyes, indisposed
In disguises no one knows
Hides the face, lies the snake
The sun in my disgrace
Boiling heat, summer stench
'Neath the black
look in my eyes you might see the secret recipe
Me and my brothers yeah we grinding influentially
Put that on my mothers yeah we getting it by any means
Life's a fog at night red brake lights
The freeway beside a restaurant
Cold egg whites sat on my plate like
3 AM this is a spot frequented by some
we're together
Promise you won't let me down
Then a hole in the floor opens
It's not red, it's black and blue like the ocean
A figure surfaces, eyes shut
of course he sides
With all the gangs these lames is extorted by
Switch lanes in the Porsche I drive
Let the police Ford Explorer by
Sirens screaming like
it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes
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