Текст песни: Xzibit - Down For The Count



[all] one, two, three, four


[rah] grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)


Puffin on goodie, eatin tuna and rye


Blow the spot with some old school shit from junior high (heyyy!)


[all] one, two, three, four


[rah] jersey`s finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors


Make your foul ice grill, thug grimy on the real


Puttin heads to bed like hennessey and nyquil





[rah digga]


Convertible style, still had the heat knockin


Bumpin shit from way back with my man beatboxin


Shootin the breeze - see i`m nice with these


You`ll be suckin it down like fast food high-c`s


Type of rap bitch that love underground classics


Gettin more green than that nigga st. patrick


Makin wack rappers go and merc the set {*dial-up sounds*}


Better off behind a desk tryin to surf the net


Cause i be adamant, kill `em when my joints get added in


Worse than boric acid in your project cabinet


Dirty harriet, increase the fanbases


Leavin non-writin cats stuck on the plantations


Mini-skirts with tights, eatin lunch with whites


Leave the party over here like they israelites


Got cali brooks critics, ta` kwe`(??) xzibit


Gonna rock shit down like he can`t get no visits





[all] one, two, three, four


[t.k] rock the whole world like the rolling stone tour (ah-ahhh!)


Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat


By a nervous terrorist who`s so scared that his palms wet


[all] one, two, three, four


[t.k] the stuff legends are made of, urban folklore


Like jim morrison we break on through


Before i care about your take on me, we take on you





[talib kweli]


Yo, yo, yo


We bring it straight to your face from the start, yo


Rage against the machine, break it apart


Might be over your head, but it`s straight from the heart


I show my love in the light while y`all hate in the dark


Straight to apocalypse is where i`m takin the art


Givin niggaz battle scars, always makin my mark


You fakin the part of gangster, til niggaz break in your spot


You straight bitch whether i say it or not


Shit is hot, spittin flames on the track


Put our town`s names on the map


From now until we fadin to black


Where we at? thug rebels love metal clubs ghetto


When the slugs let go like frankie beverly


Forever we stack notes like the treasury, flow heavenly


Get you high on speech laced with obscenity


Niggaz be gassed like cipher sounds, and need rescue remedy


Then fall the fuck off like limbs affected with leprosy





[all] one, two, three, four


[x2z] why the fuck can`t mc`s mc no more?


Hardcore til somebody put me under the ground


With a dick in your ear, still couldn`t fuck with my sound


[all] one, two, three, four


[x2z] takin me straight to the weed spot, then to the liquor sto`


"gimme some mo`" like busta bus`, who do you trust?


Swingin through, your favorite neighborhood lush





[xzibit]


I`m i-rate, usin your body for live bait


Xzibit rockin them heavy gems you can`t take


Dilate, cock back the weight, spread hate


Heavy metal we settle and set shit straight


Hit gates in my younger days, from the policeman


Me and my clan used to dance thicker than quicksand


Supply and demand the hand is quicker than the eye


Find some chickens to fry, while you find it hard to stick to your lie


I see through the tricks, destroy the facade


Your little lungs is too weak to hotbox with god


Rah digga, first lady of the flipmode squad


Gotta be hard like a young nigga walkin the yard


For the first time, we ain`t the niggaz you let shine


Expect mines to blow lines like coke everytime


I`m an alkaholik nigga so i finish the fifth


You at the front door bitchin because you ain`t on the list





It`s like


[all] one, two, three, four..





Yeah (ohhhhhhh) hehehe (aight y`all, aight y`all..)


Yeah (here we go)


[all] one, two, three, four..
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[all] one, two, three, four


[rah] grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)


Puffin on goodie, eatin tuna and rye


Blow the spot with some old school shit from junior high (heyyy!)


[all] one, two, three, four


[rah] jersey`s finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors


Make your foul ice grill, thug grimy on the real


Puttin heads to bed like hennessey and nyquil





[rah digga]


Convertible style, still had the heat knockin


Bumpin shit from way back with my man beatboxin


Shootin the breeze - see i`m nice with these


You`ll be suckin it down like fast food high-c`s


Type of rap bitch that love underground classics


Gettin more green than that nigga st. patrick


Makin wack rappers go and merc the set {*dial-up sounds*}


Better off behind a desk tryin to surf the net


Cause i be adamant, kill `em when my joints get added in


Worse than boric acid in your project cabinet


Dirty harriet, increase the fanbases


Leavin non-writin cats stuck on the plantations


Mini-skirts with tights, eatin lunch with whites


Leave the party over here like they israelites


Got cali brooks critics, ta` kwe`(??) xzibit


Gonna rock shit down like he can`t get no visits





[all] one, two, three, four


[t.k] rock the whole world like the rolling stone tour (ah-ahhh!)


Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat


By a nervous terrorist who`s so scared that his palms wet


[all] one, two, three, four


[t.k] the stuff legends are made of, urban folklore


Like jim morrison we break on through


Before i care about your take on me, we take on you





[talib kweli]


Yo, yo, yo


We bring it straight to your face from the start, yo


Rage against the machine, break it apart


Might be over your head, but it`s straight from the heart


I show my love in the light while y`all hate in the dark


Straight to apocalypse is where i`m takin the art


Givin niggaz battle scars, always makin my mark


You fakin the part of gangster, til niggaz break in your spot


You straight bitch whether i say it or not


Shit is hot, spittin flames on the track


Put our town`s names on the map


From now until we fadin to black


Where we at? thug rebels love metal clubs ghetto


When the slugs let go like frankie beverly


Forever we stack notes like the treasury, flow heavenly


Get you high on speech laced with obscenity


Niggaz be gassed like cipher sounds, and need rescue remedy


Then fall the fuck off like limbs affected with leprosy





[all] one, two, three, four


[x2z] why the fuck can`t mc`s mc no more?


Hardcore til somebody put me under the ground


With a dick in your ear, still couldn`t fuck with my sound


[all] one, two, three, four


[x2z] takin me straight to the weed spot, then to the liquor sto`


"gimme some mo`" like busta bus`, who do you trust?


Swingin through, your favorite neighborhood lush





[xzibit]


I`m i-rate, usin your body for live bait


Xzibit rockin them heavy gems you can`t take


Dilate, cock back the weight, spread hate


Heavy metal we settle and set shit straight


Hit gates in my younger days, from the policeman


Me and my clan used to dance thicker than quicksand


Supply and demand the hand is quicker than the eye


Find some chickens to fry, while you find it hard to stick to your lie


I see through the tricks, destroy the facade


Your little lungs is too weak to hotbox with god


Rah digga, first lady of the flipmode squad


Gotta be hard like a young nigga walkin the yard


For the first time, we ain`t the niggaz you let shine


Expect mines to blow lines like coke everytime


I`m an alkaholik nigga so i finish the fifth


You at the front door bitchin because you ain`t on the list





It`s like


[all] one, two, three, four..





Yeah (ohhhhhhh) hehehe (aight y`all, aight y`all..)


Yeah (here we go)


[all] one, two, three, four..
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