Текст песни: Xzibit - My Writes



[tash]


And i`ve been waitin three summers to rhyme longside my people


Rico, de la, inject you with the lethal


Dose of hop-hippin if you thought catash was slippin


Then put that drink down, you drunk off what you sippin


Catash put the dip in dip dive socialize


Fuck around with me and next you`ll find yo` crib burglarized





[xzibit]


Yo you better recognize and try to analyze this


Hand over fist - how can a man act like a bitch?


Change and switch, snitch on his crew


Yo get rid of the niggaz before the same thing happen to you





[pos]


And they`ll leave your ass sticky like glue


Blood leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out


Got you on your knees like a freak, jugglin deez nuts


Smugglin these cuts from s.c., you best be-


-lieve there`s no web or leave a net


We done swallowed 40 bottles of threat, yo





Chorus: all together





What you know about my writes? (my writes)


What you know about what`s weak, what`s tight?


And what you know about an off night? (uhh)


What you know about niggaz frontin for the light?


And what you know about them gun fights? (gun fights)


Got a nigga duckin while them girls show fright


What you know about my writes? (my writes)


Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)





[xzibit]


Yeah, yeah, look


I`m samson without delilah, the soul survivor


The drunk driver that rolls straight, take the whole cake


Chop it up with the family, wash it down with alcohol


My telly`s a desert eagle for all the fuckin shots i called


My niggaz gotta ball, never settle for less


Heavy metal, heavy on yo` chest like two breasts


Step into my office cause it`s time for you to roll somethin


One false move, and we gon` beat you like you stole somethin





[pos]


Yo these style i kick should be called ?? rap


Drawin the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause i want it


They stomach what i throw, they know i`m right for they diet


They librarian flow keeps the party real quiet (shhhhh)


The love i lost outweighs the rhymes i gain


But the fact that i spit `em makes me cherish the name


So pass the mic so i can put in my share


I rip it from home to l.a.


With connectin flights to rip it elsewhere





[j-ro]


Drinkin up black & tan in the back of a van


I learned as a young man - long trip, piss in a can


Gettin a house for two grand, now you got your own land


Let your mind expand, everyday have a plan


Ro-gram is rare earth, swingin black tarzan


You got to live with the cards dealt in yo` hand


Stay young like peter pan, like sly, take a stand


And go uptown saturday night like ichiban





[dove]


I keep it dirty like under the bed (dirty)


Dirty like uncle red; aiyyo, (??) (??)


Dirty brown likwit flow thicker than the yoo-hoo


Dirt you dishin out, chef tellin it all


Face down in the dirt, doin my dirty work


Expert, tryin to regulate my network


Head jerk, spice it with rice, stick with it


If they ask who cut the grits i`ma say e-swift did it





Chorus w/ minor variations





[tash]


And i`ve been known to get it on, past the break of the dawn


Tash`ll punch you in your grill and leave "potholes in yo` lawn"


(c`mon!) you makin diss songs? spit that rhyme my way


I can shut y`all niggaz down like the y-2-k


I did a tour in ninety-four with de la soul and tribe


We on the same vibe, cause real niggaz coincide


("right-right-right..") the situation is drastic


But see songs like these is why this album goin classic





[j-ro]


This is for the dj, bring it back one time


I drop bombs like when my moms told me to rhyme


I`m - old school like my dad is


So add this, to your collect`, plug won - who the baddest?





[pos]


Aiyyo we theme park status, upstage these niggaz like gladys


Them little pips, they done tripped the wire


Blamin they legs, while i`m claimin these tunes


In this we`ll stay down like seats found in sorority bathrooms





[xzibit]


Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the real from the plastic


And i gotta say no names


Play no games, hit the switches, crack the frame


Show no shame or fuck it all up, take the blame


Brand name fresh out the box type hustle


Manpower success is mind over muscle


Grind til the wheels fall off, accept the loss


I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss


Nailed to the cross it`s time to return


My only concern is makin sure that hollywood burn,


Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass niggaz


Is all up in the game and don`t deserve to be down





[j-ro]


Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick back


De la, xzibit and tha liks came to get that


And what you know about us droppin ya


And leavin you with half a face like the phantom of the opera?





Chorus w/ minor variations





[chorus extended]


Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)


Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)





[tash]


You got the right to shut the fuck up! {*laughing*}


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[tash]


And i`ve been waitin three summers to rhyme longside my people


Rico, de la, inject you with the lethal


Dose of hop-hippin if you thought catash was slippin


Then put that drink down, you drunk off what you sippin


Catash put the dip in dip dive socialize


Fuck around with me and next you`ll find yo` crib burglarized





[xzibit]


Yo you better recognize and try to analyze this


Hand over fist - how can a man act like a bitch?


Change and switch, snitch on his crew


Yo get rid of the niggaz before the same thing happen to you





[pos]


And they`ll leave your ass sticky like glue


Blood leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out


Got you on your knees like a freak, jugglin deez nuts


Smugglin these cuts from s.c., you best be-


-lieve there`s no web or leave a net


We done swallowed 40 bottles of threat, yo





Chorus: all together





What you know about my writes? (my writes)


What you know about what`s weak, what`s tight?


And what you know about an off night? (uhh)


What you know about niggaz frontin for the light?


And what you know about them gun fights? (gun fights)


Got a nigga duckin while them girls show fright


What you know about my writes? (my writes)


Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)





[xzibit]


Yeah, yeah, look


I`m samson without delilah, the soul survivor


The drunk driver that rolls straight, take the whole cake


Chop it up with the family, wash it down with alcohol


My telly`s a desert eagle for all the fuckin shots i called


My niggaz gotta ball, never settle for less


Heavy metal, heavy on yo` chest like two breasts


Step into my office cause it`s time for you to roll somethin


One false move, and we gon` beat you like you stole somethin





[pos]


Yo these style i kick should be called ?? rap


Drawin the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause i want it


They stomach what i throw, they know i`m right for they diet


They librarian flow keeps the party real quiet (shhhhh)


The love i lost outweighs the rhymes i gain


But the fact that i spit `em makes me cherish the name


So pass the mic so i can put in my share


I rip it from home to l.a.


With connectin flights to rip it elsewhere





[j-ro]


Drinkin up black & tan in the back of a van


I learned as a young man - long trip, piss in a can


Gettin a house for two grand, now you got your own land


Let your mind expand, everyday have a plan


Ro-gram is rare earth, swingin black tarzan


You got to live with the cards dealt in yo` hand


Stay young like peter pan, like sly, take a stand


And go uptown saturday night like ichiban





[dove]


I keep it dirty like under the bed (dirty)


Dirty like uncle red; aiyyo, (??) (??)


Dirty brown likwit flow thicker than the yoo-hoo


Dirt you dishin out, chef tellin it all


Face down in the dirt, doin my dirty work


Expert, tryin to regulate my network


Head jerk, spice it with rice, stick with it


If they ask who cut the grits i`ma say e-swift did it





Chorus w/ minor variations





[tash]


And i`ve been known to get it on, past the break of the dawn


Tash`ll punch you in your grill and leave "potholes in yo` lawn"


(c`mon!) you makin diss songs? spit that rhyme my way


I can shut y`all niggaz down like the y-2-k


I did a tour in ninety-four with de la soul and tribe


We on the same vibe, cause real niggaz coincide


("right-right-right..") the situation is drastic


But see songs like these is why this album goin classic





[j-ro]


This is for the dj, bring it back one time


I drop bombs like when my moms told me to rhyme


I`m - old school like my dad is


So add this, to your collect`, plug won - who the baddest?





[pos]


Aiyyo we theme park status, upstage these niggaz like gladys


Them little pips, they done tripped the wire


Blamin they legs, while i`m claimin these tunes


In this we`ll stay down like seats found in sorority bathrooms





[xzibit]


Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the real from the plastic


And i gotta say no names


Play no games, hit the switches, crack the frame


Show no shame or fuck it all up, take the blame


Brand name fresh out the box type hustle


Manpower success is mind over muscle


Grind til the wheels fall off, accept the loss


I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss


Nailed to the cross it`s time to return


My only concern is makin sure that hollywood burn,


Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass niggaz


Is all up in the game and don`t deserve to be down





[j-ro]


Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick back


De la, xzibit and tha liks came to get that


And what you know about us droppin ya


And leavin you with half a face like the phantom of the opera?





Chorus w/ minor variations





[chorus extended]


Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)


Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)





[tash]


You got the right to shut the fuck up! {*laughing*}


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