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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Xzibit
Xzibit
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alvin Joiner
Alvin Joiner
Songwriter
Dana Stinson
Dana Stinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dana Stinson
Dana Stinson
Producer
Jim McCrone
Jim McCrone
Assistant Engineer
Greg Burns
Greg Burns
Assistant Engineer
Danny Romero
Danny Romero
Mixing Engineer
Lance Pierre
Lance Pierre
Recording Engineer
Richard "Segal" Huredia
Richard "Segal" Huredia
Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Oh no, let's get drunk and fuck fo' sho' Please stop runnin' yo' mouth, let's go Actin' like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here Oh no, let's get drunk and fuck fo' sho' Please stop runnin' yo' mouth, let's go Actin' like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here Oh no, let's get drunk and fuck fo' sho' Please stop runnin' yo' mouth, let's go Actin' like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here Will the real X to the Z please stand up? With my niggaz and my guns, not givin' a fuck Stickin' 'em up at point blank range They say the more things change, they stayin' the same I can't complain Type of shit that make you wish you was dead Make you bite the curb and stomp down on the back of your head Blow it out like a afro pick Attract bitches like flies to shit Pop pills and ride the dick Niggaz can't swing this quick, I'm Dark McGwire Bangin' shit over the fence with Rocwilder Listen, niggaz do anything for a dollar, even Killin' they own, let it be known, it's like It ain't safe where I'm from Niggaz start beef never knowin' the outcome Rather be caught with it than caught without one Leave it alone because the life that you save might be your own It ain't safe where I'm from Niggaz start beef never knowin' the outcome Rather be caught with it than caught without one Leave it alone because the life that you save might be your own I'm pullin' pistols if you don't break bread Mr. Wrong Side of the bed only get excited for head Now print this in your industry books If it wasn't for crooks you niggaz'd still sport the Jordache look Hit the switch, Front 2 Back, side to side Natural Born Killers never let shit slide Never rely on the next man to swing for you A rock and a hard place, duck between the two And y'all bitches just somethin' to do, don't get it twisted You're Easy Like Sunday Mornin' and shopliftin' It go simple as that, I'm never givin' half to a rat I'd rather bam in your face with a bat You get tied down to the tracks Used to make a living cookin' coke to crack, now I can't turn back This is holocaust rap nigga, overreact And I'ma bring it to yo' chest like an asthma attack, ya heard? It ain't safe where I'm from Niggaz start beef never knowin' the outcome Rather be caught with it than caught without one Leave it alone because the life that you save might be your own Oh no, let's get drunk and fuck fo' sho' Please stop runnin' yo' mouth, let's go Actin' like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here Oh no, let's get drunk and fuck fo' sho' Please stop runnin' yo' mouth, let's go Actin' like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here
Writer(s): Alvin Joiner, Dana Stinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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