Yeah, ladies and gentleman Broadcasting live to you and yours It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit Yeah, bouncing, come on
The first day of the rest of my life X stand behind the mic like Walker Cronkite Y'all keep the spotlight, I'm keeping my rhymes tight Lose sight of what you believe and call it a night This ain't the light-weight, cake mix shit that you're used to Teflon territory you just can't shoot through You gonna shoot who? (Who?) Not even on your best day Rollin the Wild West way, giving it up Leaving the whole world stuck not giving a fuck Laid in the cut, now we break through in the rut Hennessey and orange juice baby fill up a cup Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze Loosen up, let your hair down, and join the festivities Overcrowd the house like lock down facilities Bitches be quick to give me brains while I post the range Going up and down my dick like the stock exchange
(X) Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound (X) Won't even say your own name when I come around (X) Stay on top but remain from the underground (X) to the Z and we all in the family
Ever since Xzibit could spit, been on some pimp shit Approach every woman like a - potential mistress Shine bright, make sure that X stay tight Cause tonight I might meet my next ex-wife Mr. Big Chief Reefa, Xzibit use his dick like a Visa I run it through and money come out Running your mouth, I'll have somebody run in your house Ravel your spouse and have a little fun on the couch Now you know that it was bound to happen I came to give you what you lacking whenever you hear them other niggaz rapping Rocking chains, stadium, palladiums, cracked craniums My whole skeleton is dipped in titanium Drop top tinted on twenties Using rappers like crash test dummies Stacking real estate and money It's funny how things change overnight when you thinking right I beat the odds like Ike beat on his first wife
What an event, we hardcore a 100% Making it stick, Los Angeles proudly presents The real deal, how does it feel? No special effects Yank the chain off of your neck, demand the respect Now all your conversations sound strange to me It be like everybody around me done changed but me I stand alone on my own two feet Stab a track, strangle the beat Restless no time for sleep Niggas be weak, I'm concrete like Benjamin Grier It's a very thin line between a foe and a friend Straight to the chin (Not these niggas again) Come back, bounce in the spot and slide right in I ain't trying to see nothing but progress, regardless Home of the heartless, move right, remain cautious Represent nothing but the hustle and struggle Hennessey, rock plenty of ice, making a double, now scream
So there you have it, D-P-G-see X to the motherfucking Z Mr. Exuberant, Extravagant, Extraordinary, Exciting, X-a-lotta X-O with a little bit of Ecstasy Xing your bitch-ass out if you trying to test the G And what's the recipe? Excalibur weaponry And we shoot exceptionally That there is hot X marks the spot? Fuck naw, X spots the marks Exclamation point, niggaz!