Текст песни: Xzibit - Connect



[chorus: dj hurricane]


I got that east coast connect, west coast connect


Dirty south connect, so show some respect


When my niggaz comin through you see we comin correct


Who are you, what you do, who you tryin to threat?





[xzibit]


I`m the wrong cat to call out; we fall out


The police gon` have some dead bodies to haul out


All out in the open for the world to see


Avire-x to the z-i, b-i-t


V.i.p., you`re small time, three on three


Cause you can`t ball accurately, tackle the beast


Stomp it down, slap it with heat, bitch behave


Shit, we blaze to make a nigga act his age


I`m tryin to write the phrase that pays


You kick it with gays, dykes, and all type of wackness


Preach what you practice


Here we seperate the real niggaz from the actors


A&r`s, mc searchin, suck my cactus!


Blackness surround your sight and sound


As xzibit hit you and you hit the ground


My chips ain`t never gon` be down, watch me smoke


And flatline the first nigga to cross this line





[chorus]





[gipp]


It`s the gipp goodie, we kick the soul slang


To yo` block, or they streets, we all gon` hang


We like to shine and ride, bump corners in our bumper cars


Top down, with the candy paint job


Import export up and down the highway


Old ladies transportin straight through the skyways


In the corner in the five(?) i got purple haze


Fat knot short sess with the tree ton(?)


These streets we run, rapper refund


You ridin up but we want yo` flows old like girbauds


We hold, everything it takes to create the odes


To north to the west to the south again


If it`s war that you want just pull the pin


Rules we don`t break `em, we refuse to bend


If you don`t build right you better take yo` ass home


Cause some catch stray bullets all alone





[chorus]





[pharoahe monch]


I got the chevy impala shit, street scholar with


Collarless, japanese aikido with, rottweiler mixed


Top dollar dick now, swallow my whole nut rap


Gun in my mouth, pop shit, still sayin, "fuck that"


You have to listen, brew, trapped in a tragic addiction


Styles, multiply like japanese mathematicians


Cut cause chaos - my kicks kill criminals


I`m the subliminal adolf


I`m the bomb that`s attached to the time of a ticker


Figure or swastika


Quicker to pick a form of execution, pull it


Bullet, to the head instead of eletrocution


The rambunctious, bump in yo` trunk shit


Totally insane, hurricane with pharoahe monch, gipp


Xzibit the west coast (??) (??) we got


New york wearin slippers and the south wearin hoodies





[chorus 3x]





[dj hurricane]


Ye-yeah, uh-huh, ye-yeah


Give it up, uh-huh (dirty south) ye-yeah, ye-yeah


Give it up, uh-huh, give it up, shake it


Uh-huh, kick it (dirty south) uh-huh


Shake it.. uh-huh, shake it


C`mon, give it up (dirty south)





{*fades out*}
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[chorus: dj hurricane]


I got that east coast connect, west coast connect


Dirty south connect, so show some respect


When my niggaz comin through you see we comin correct


Who are you, what you do, who you tryin to threat?





[xzibit]


I`m the wrong cat to call out; we fall out


The police gon` have some dead bodies to haul out


All out in the open for the world to see


Avire-x to the z-i, b-i-t


V.i.p., you`re small time, three on three


Cause you can`t ball accurately, tackle the beast


Stomp it down, slap it with heat, bitch behave


Shit, we blaze to make a nigga act his age


I`m tryin to write the phrase that pays


You kick it with gays, dykes, and all type of wackness


Preach what you practice


Here we seperate the real niggaz from the actors


A&r`s, mc searchin, suck my cactus!


Blackness surround your sight and sound


As xzibit hit you and you hit the ground


My chips ain`t never gon` be down, watch me smoke


And flatline the first nigga to cross this line





[chorus]





[gipp]


It`s the gipp goodie, we kick the soul slang


To yo` block, or they streets, we all gon` hang


We like to shine and ride, bump corners in our bumper cars


Top down, with the candy paint job


Import export up and down the highway


Old ladies transportin straight through the skyways


In the corner in the five(?) i got purple haze


Fat knot short sess with the tree ton(?)


These streets we run, rapper refund


You ridin up but we want yo` flows old like girbauds


We hold, everything it takes to create the odes


To north to the west to the south again


If it`s war that you want just pull the pin


Rules we don`t break `em, we refuse to bend


If you don`t build right you better take yo` ass home


Cause some catch stray bullets all alone





[chorus]





[pharoahe monch]


I got the chevy impala shit, street scholar with


Collarless, japanese aikido with, rottweiler mixed


Top dollar dick now, swallow my whole nut rap


Gun in my mouth, pop shit, still sayin, "fuck that"


You have to listen, brew, trapped in a tragic addiction


Styles, multiply like japanese mathematicians


Cut cause chaos - my kicks kill criminals


I`m the subliminal adolf


I`m the bomb that`s attached to the time of a ticker


Figure or swastika


Quicker to pick a form of execution, pull it


Bullet, to the head instead of eletrocution


The rambunctious, bump in yo` trunk shit


Totally insane, hurricane with pharoahe monch, gipp


Xzibit the west coast (??) (??) we got


New york wearin slippers and the south wearin hoodies





[chorus 3x]





[dj hurricane]


Ye-yeah, uh-huh, ye-yeah


Give it up, uh-huh (dirty south) ye-yeah, ye-yeah


Give it up, uh-huh, give it up, shake it


Uh-huh, kick it (dirty south) uh-huh


Shake it.. uh-huh, shake it


C`mon, give it up (dirty south)





{*fades out*}
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