[Xzibit] Watch me watch me, bonafide hard copy Hip-hop nazi dispose of the Liberace's Extra extra, enjoy the lecture From Hannibal Lector, now rewind selector Bounce it bounce it, smoke by the ounces Tan leather couches, niggaz that own houses (yeah) Testing testing, treat you like a nigga Locked down for child molesting, I'll fuck you up punk (yeah) Listen listen, never ass-kissin Too much ambition, I'm hotter than Hell's kitchen (sssss) Enter enter, the rhyme inventor Front and center, bypass that ass like a sprinter Get it get it, custom fitted Dedicated to (?) one of the best that did it, huh Terror terror, trial and error Makin my name reign supreme and live forever
[Chorus] Keep it movin movin, keep it goin goin Keep it movin movin, keep it goin goin Keep it movin movin, keep it goin goin Keep it movin movin, keep it goin goin {*repeat Chorus again while Xzibit raps*} If y'all ain't givin a fuck Like Xzibit ain't givin a fuck then just throw your hands up Double time, two times for me Bring it live from the L.A.C., Mr. X to the Z
[Xzibit] Liar liar, pants on fire I won't stop rockin 'til I retire Golden golden, State dominate this Destroy the Matrix, that forever in the crate shit Light it light it, please don't fight it You're all invited, when we kick off the next riot (Welcome!) Bust it bust it, get your crops dusted Everybody off of the bus that ain't fuckin - NOW! Spin it spin it, all up in it For sale, one female, slightly dented (ha hah!) Niggaz niggaz, political figures Problem givers, fuck all those that ain't wit us (heh) Rebel rebel, shoutin at the devil Me and you faggot got some shit to settle, then Kill 'em kill 'em, let slugs fill 'em Smash through the club in Meoshe denim, yeah!
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[Xzibit] Deadly deadly, bump this deadly medley In whatever you rollin, even if it's stolen Takin takin, your spot is the X man (YEAH!) The heavy hand give a fuck about the next man Digital digital, high tech respect While the rest regress, burn out like a cigarette Break it break it, stripped down naked Tied up in a trunk on the way to Las Vegas (yeah) Chokin chokin, you need to stop smokin Motherfuck on that! Blaze a sack! Rollin rollin, foldin bank My first show was in the motherfuckin holdin tank, c'mon
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