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Lyrics submited by: Kicko





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(intro)


Oooooh...do re mi [xzibit]


Fa so la ti do yeah i`m doin` vocals


Intimate turn the music up, yeah c`mon!


{beat starts...}


Yeah! c`mon in, yeah welcome


Haa! yeah! yeah!!


Uhh, ya undastand me?


Hey yoooooouu... dj motherfuckin` quik, yeah


You know me, x to the z, yeah (arah!)


Ahh, it don`t stop, huhh yeah


Some new shit, come on...


We just want you to bounce to


This shit for a minute, yeah


Ain`t no rush...relax yourself...


Relieve your stress, here we go


Yes...


Bounce, come on bounce, come 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 dollar, i`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 top, pa-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 smoke, remote with tash and ras kass


Six months of full blast bitch, gimme 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 you, would 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 compassion, i`ll be pussy basshin`


Baby hit me up like `yo, what the fuck happened?`


`was it somethin` i did? was it my three kids?


You don`t love me no more, was it the wave or the wig?`


I`m tryna be nice, so i`m sittin` there thinkin`


But i had to tell the bitch `baby your breath be stinkin` (ha ha)


Niggas, spendin` they last, tryna hustle for ass


You bought a cadillac truck, but you can`t buy gas


Insurance is a bitch, i hope you don`t crash


But when you do, let me buy them rims and slap `em on my jag


When it come to fasion, don`t make me start flashin`


Break a bitch off, and have that whole tire slashin`


I`m leather, you`re leather, together we be clashin`


Quik! hit `em with the chorus, homie 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 you, would you)


{repeat 2x}


Feel the taste...


Feel the taste...of lovin` you


Feel the taste...


Feel the taste...of lovin` you

Lyrics submited by: Kicko





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(intro)


Oooooh...do re mi [xzibit]


Fa so la ti do yeah i`m doin` vocals


Intimate turn the music up, yeah c`mon!


{beat starts...}


Yeah! c`mon in, yeah welcome


Haa! yeah! yeah!!


Uhh, ya undastand me?


Hey yoooooouu... dj motherfuckin` quik, yeah


You know me, x to the z, yeah (arah!)


Ahh, it don`t stop, huhh yeah


Some new shit, come on...


We just want you to bounce to


This shit for a minute, yeah


Ain`t no rush...relax yourself...


Relieve your stress, here we go


Yes...


Bounce, come on bounce, come 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 dollar, i`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 top, pa-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 smoke, remote with tash and ras kass


Six months of full blast bitch, gimme 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 you, would 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 compassion, i`ll be pussy basshin`


Baby hit me up like `yo, what the fuck happened?`


`was it somethin` i did? was it my three kids?


You don`t love me no more, was it the wave or the wig?`


I`m tryna be nice, so i`m sittin` there thinkin`


But i had to tell the bitch `baby your breath be stinkin` (ha ha)


Niggas, spendin` they last, tryna hustle for ass


You bought a cadillac truck, but you can`t buy gas


Insurance is a bitch, i hope you don`t crash


But when you do, let me buy them rims and slap `em on my jag


When it come to fasion, don`t make me start flashin`


Break a bitch off, and have that whole tire slashin`


I`m leather, you`re leather, together we be clashin`


Quik! hit `em with the chorus, homie 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 you, would 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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