Vídeo da música
Vídeo da música
Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Xzibit
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Alvin Joiner
Composição
Dana Stinson
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Dana Stinson
Produção
Jim McCrone
Engenharia (assistente)
Greg Burns
Engenharia (assistente)
Danny Romero
Engenharia (mixagem)
Lance Pierre
Engenharia (gravação)
Richard "Segal" Huredia
Engenharia (gravação)
Brian Gardner
Engenharia (masterização)
Letra
[Verse 1]
Oh no, let's get drunk and fuck for sure
Please stop runnin' your mouth, let's go
Actin' like you never seen a dick before
All these bitches in here
Oh no, let's get drunk and fuck for sure
Please stop runnin' your mouth, let's go
Actin' like you never seen a dick before
All these bitches in here
Oh no, let's get drunk and fuck for sure
Please stop runnin' your mouth, let's go
Actin' like you never seen a dick before
All these bitches in here
[Verse 2]
Will the real X to the Z please stand up?
With my **** 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
[Verse 3]
Blow it out like a afro pick
Attract bitches like flies to shit
Pop pills and ride the dick
**** can't swing this quick, I'm Dark McGwire
Bangin' shit over the fence with a Rottweiler
Listen, **** do anything for a dollar, even
Killin' they own, let it be known, it's like
[Verse 4]
It ain't safe where I'm from
**** 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
[Verse 5]
It ain't safe where I'm from
**** 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
[Verse 6]
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 ****'d still sport the Jordache look
Hit the switch, front to 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, stuck between the two
[Verse 7]
And y'all, bitches just something 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 livin' cookin' coke to crack, now I can't turn back
This is holocaust rap, ****, overreact
And I'ma bring it to your chest like an asthma attack, ya heard?
[Verse 8]
It ain't safe where I'm from
**** 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
[Verse 9]
Oh no, let's get drunk and fuck for sure
Please stop runnin' your mouth, let's go
Actin' like you never seen a dick before
All these bitches in here
[Verse 10]
Oh no, let's get drunk and fuck for sure
Please stop runnin' your mouth, let's go
Actin' like you never seen a dick before
All these bitches in here
Written by: Alvin Joiner, Dana Stinson