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1996, the disfunctional member of the alkohaliks family
Its xzibit, bring it live, one time, like this
Verse one
Sometimes I wonder if its all worth my while
Xzibit stay versitile
With million dollar lifestyle
And I can feel it as a child growin up
The that were real and the that were scared as fk
Thats why xzibit only roll with a chosen few
You aint really real, I can tell when I look at you
So ease off the trigga talk, you aint killin s**t
Its not affecting me or the click that Im rolling with
I dont believe the hype or buy a woof ticket
nigg* you make a gang of noise and never seem like a cricket
I guess thats why we never kick it
A lot of rappers are soft and get tossed tryin to come with the liquid
How many rappers do you know like this?
Always claimin that theyre riding but they really turn b*tch
It dont make sense
Either youre a soldier from the start
Or an actor with a record deal tryin to play the part
Like dat
Chorus:
Its a shame
in the rap game
Only for the money and the fame
Extra large (extra large)
Its a shame
in the rap game
Only for the money and the fame
Paparazzi (2x)
Verse two
See I dont need no lights no cameras
all i got is actiom
Never no superstar
Im more like a planet
So my composure is kept while others start to sweat
A merchant from the fog with my fked up dialogue
Try to live high on the hog leaves you bankrupt
And you spent it on, would not give a fk
Now thats deep, how deep, its deeper than atlantis
Home of the scandalous
Big bad los angeles
Dangerous, vandelous
Yo, not to be trusted
pretending to be hard
Not being scared by the boulevard
Im pulling that card and sayin gin as i begin
Flowin like liquid, soak it in your chin
Im breakin it down, my sounds, so crowds are like deaf
From the west
Put your whole city to the test
Its all in perspective
Breaker one-nine copy
This is for the people gettin caught up in the paparazzi
Chorus
Verse three
smoke stress and cross dress
But Xzibit just play the back
while your going through schemes and pipe dreams
For a contract
Real tightly rolled, fk em all thats how I feel
I made a cool half mil
Before I had a record deal
There for you look and stare like its magic
But too much of anything can make you an addict
Whenever its time to static, break out the automatic
I set it off straight, I spread hate, then I vacate, but wait
Who dare to cross this path
Yo, how do ya like math
Cut slash, make a blood bath
So on behalf of all I get drunk with
Smokin blunts with
I dispose of your punk s**t
Keep it all in perspective
Carbon copies gettin caught up in the paparazzi
Once again, its the liquidation crew, and i return for you like this
Chorus
