Lyrics:

1996, the disfunctional member of the alkohaliks family
It’s xzibit, bring it live, one time, like this

Verse one

Sometimes I wonder if it’s all worth my while
Xzibit stay versitile
With million dollar lifestyle
And I can feel it as a child growin’ up
The niggaz that were real and the niggaz that were scared as fuck
That’s why xzibit only roll with a chosen few
You ain’t really real, I can tell when I look at you
So ease off the trigga talk, you ain’t killin shit
It’s not affecting me or the click that I’m rolling with
I don’t believe the hype or buy a woof ticket
Nigga you make a gang of noise and never seem like a cricket
I guess that’s why we never kick it
A lot of rappers are soft and get tossed tryin to come with the liquid
How many rappers do you know like this?
Always claimin that they’re riding but they really turn bitch
It don’t make sense
Either you’re a soldier from the start
Or an actor with a record deal tryin to play the part
Like dat

Chorus:

It’s a shame
Niggaz in the rap game
Only for the money and the fame
Extra large (extra large)
It’s a shame
Niggaz in the rap game
Only for the money and the fame
Paparazzi (2x)

Verse two

See I don’t need no lights no cameras
all i got is actiom
Never no superstar
I’m more like a planet
So my composure is kept while others start to sweat
A merchant from the fog with my fucked up dialogue
Try to live high on the hog leaves you bankrupt
And people you spent it on, would not give a fuck
Now that’s deep, how deep, it’s deeper than atlantis
Home of the scandalous
Big bad los angeles
Dangerous, vandelous
Yo, not to be trusted
pretending to be hard
Not being scared by the boulevard
I’m pulling that card and sayin gin as i begin
Flowin like liquid, soak it in your chin
I’m breakin it down, my sounds, so crowds are like deaf
From the west
Put your whole city to the test
It’s all in perspective
Breaker one-nine copy
This is for the people gettin caught up in the paparazzi

Chorus

Verse three

Niggaz smoke stress and cross dress
But Xzibit just play the back
while your going through schemes and pipe dreams
For a contract
Real tightly rolled, fuck ’em all thats how I feel
I made a cool half mil
Before I had a record deal
There for you look and stare like it’s magic
But too much of anything can make you an addict
Whenever its time to static, break out the automatic
I set it off straight, I spread hate, then I vacate, but wait
Who dare to cross this path
Yo, how do ya like math
Cut slash, make a blood bath
So on behalf of all niggaz I get drunk with
Smokin blunts with
I dispose of your punk shit
Keep it all in perspective
Carbon copies gettin caught up in the paparazzi

Once again, it?s the liquidation crew, and i return for you like this

Chorus