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(Intro)
Oooooh...do re mi Xzibit
Fa so la ti do yeah I'm doin' vocals
Intimate Turn the music up, yeah c'mon!
beat starts...
Yeah! c'mon in, yeah welcome
Haa! yeah! yeah!!
Uhh, ya undastand me?
Hey yoooooouu... DJ motherfkin' Quik, yeah
You know me, X to the Z, yeah (arah!)
Ahh, it don't stop, huhh yeah
Some new s**t, come on...
We just want you to bounce to
This s**t for a minute, yeah
Ain't no rush...relax yourself...
Relieve your stress, here we go
Yes...
Bounce, come on bounce, come on boooounce...repeat
Put your p*ssy in my faaaace...
And let me lick you 'till i
Feel the taaaaste...
Xzibit (Verse one) 1:56
I am the master of the ceremony
So my territory be off limits to gimmicks
And with wack lyrics
And tracks that lack spirits
So pop your collar (pop your collar!)
fk a dollar, I'm at ya tough and hard to sw*llow
Hard act to follow never the role model the what not
Set up shots slipknot my way to the top, pa-da pow!
Then changed the direction of it (yeah)
From the that hate it to that love it
What choo want from it
A reputation a luxurious life
maybe find you a hoe that you could transform into a house wife
You loose stripes when you recite thru your wind pipes
With action cameras and lights and your s**t ain't tight
It's on on sight thug rugged the love of it (yeah)
Push it shlingd'it shove it in the vein we dope
Remain with smoke, remote with Tash and Ras Kass
Six months of full blast b*tch, gimme dat ass!...ha ha
(Chorus) 2:42
Put your p*ssy in my faaace...and i'll
(Let me lick you laaady)
Lick you 'till i feel the taaaste...
(Would you, would you)
repeat 2x
Feel the taste...
Feel the taste...of lovin' you
Feel the taste...
Feel the taste...of lovin' you
Hi-C (Verse two) 3:24
I'm a royalty check cashin'
Coup deville smashin', pretty t*ty assassin
Lookin' for some action
If you want compassion, I'll be p*ssy basshin'
Baby hit me up like 'yo, what the fk happened?'
'Was it somethin' i did? was it my three kids?
You don't love me no more, was it the wave or the wig?'
I'm tryna be nice, so i'm sittin' there thinkin'
But i had to tell the b*tch 'baby your breath be stinkin' (ha ha)
, spendin' they last, tryna hustle for ass
You bought a Cadillac truck, but you can't buy gas
Insurance is a b*tch, i hope you don't crash
But when you do, let me buy them rims and slap 'em on my jag
When it come to fasion, don't make me start flashin'
Break a b*tch off, and have that whole tire slashin'
I'm leather, you're leather, together we be clashin'
Quik! hit 'em with the chorus, homie start bashin'!
(Chorus) 4:06
Put your p*ssy in my faaace...and i'll
(Let me lick you laaady)
Lick you 'till i feel the taaaste...
(Would you, would you)
repeat 2x
Feel the taste...
Feel the taste...of lovin' you
Feel the taste...
Feel the taste...of lovin' you
