In My Face
(intro)
Oooooh...do re mi [xzibit]
Fa so la ti do yeah I’m doin’ vocals
Intimate turn the music upyeah c’mon!
{beat starts...}
Yeah! c’mon inyeah welcome
Haa! yeah! yeah!!
Uhhya undastand me?
Hey yoooooouu... dj motherfuckin’ quikyeah
You know mex to the zyeah (arah!)
Ahhit don’t stophuhh yeah
Some new shitcome on...
We just want you to bounce to
This shit for a minuteyeah
Ain’t no rush...relax yourself...
Relieve your stresshere we go
Yes...
Bouncecome on bouncecome on boooounce...{repeat}
Put your pussy 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 niggas with wack lyrics
And tracks that lack spirits
So pop your collar (pop your collar!)
Fuck a dollarI’m at ya tough and hard to swallow
Hard act to follow never the role model the what not
Set up shots slipknot my way to the toppa-da pow!
Then changed the direction of it (yeah)
From the niggas that hate it to niggas 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 shit 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 smokeremote with tash and ras kass
Six months of full blast bitchgimme dat ass!...ha ha
(chorus) {2:42}
Put your pussy in my faaace...and i’ll
(let me lick you laaady)
Lick you ’till I feel the taaaste...
(would youwould 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 titty assassin
Lookin’ for some action
If you want compassionI’ll be pussy basshin’
Baby hit me up like ’yowhat the fuck happened? ’
’was it somethin’ I did? was it my three kids?
You don’t love me no morewas it the wave or the wig? ’
I’m tryna be niceso I’m sittin’ there thinkin’
But I had to tell the bitch ’baby your breath be stinkin’ (ha ha)
Niggasspendin’ they lasttryna hustle for ass
You bought a cadillac truckbut you can’t buy gas
Insurance is a bitchI hope you don’t crash
But when you dolet me buy them rims and slap ’em on my jag
When it come to fasiondon’t make me start flashin’
Break a bitch offand have that whole tire slashin’
I’m leatheryou’re leathertogether we be clashin’
Quik! hit ’em with the chorushomie start bashin’!
(chorus) {4:06}
Put your pussy in my faaace...and i’ll
(let me lick you laaady)
Lick you ’till I feel the taaaste...
(would youwould you)
{repeat 2x}
Feel the taste...
Feel the taste...of lovin’ you
Feel the taste...
Feel the taste...of lovin’ you
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