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 Lyricist: Xzibit
 Lyrics: 
 Yeah man, I'm glad to have this opportunityCuz I never get to sit down and chop it with y'all
 Man, face to face, so you know I definitely wanna get fucked up
 (*fills glass with ice*)
 Yeah man, I'm glad I need to sit down and chop it with y'all man
 Cuz I never had an opportunity to do that, so, yeah
 I want to blaze something up too, you smoke? good
 You mind if I smoke? well, alright
 (Verse 1)
 (*Inhales*) So let me introduce myself
 X to the motherfuckin Z (*exhales*)
 I had to introduce myself appropriately
 I'm that nigga you was hoping to see, fall flat on my ace
 Look respect then fall from grace
 But you know, (*inhales*) things move slow
 I refuse to lose the game like dude from blow (*exhales*)
 Like it ain't crazy enough, huh
 My life got ups and downs like an all night fuck, so what (*inhales*)
 Y'all really want from me (*exhales*)
 I'm trying to live with two hoes like three's company
 Ask me what is success
 Nigga, success is when your no mean no and your yes means yes
 And you can stand by your word cuz your word is your balls
 (*Inhales*) Lose one your losing them all (*exhales*)
 All hail to alcohol
 Cuz it's my turn now try again tomorrow
 (Chorus)
 Roll another blenny up, pour another drink
 I want everybody to get fucked up with me
 Get a glass and fill it up
 Lick the philly, seal it up
 Everybody get fucked up with me
 Roll another blenny up, pour another drink
 I want everybody to get fucked up with me
 Get a glass and fill it up
 Lick the philly, seal it up
 Everybody get fucked up with me
 (Verse 2)
 Life's a real bitch sometimes (*coughing*) oh shit! (*coughing*) wait
 Okay I got it (*coughing*) I got it, I got it (*coughing*) I got it, hold up
 Life's a real bitch sometimes
 Your heartbeat raising like the rate of the crime
 I could probably turn water to wine
 Restless, double platinum, it's the sign of the time
 It ain't my fault, your kids wanna c-walk
 Dress how we dress and talk like we talk (*inhales*)
 Ask Miss Cleo (*exhales*) if this is the matrix, I'm Neo
 This is dedicated to that female CEO
 That sucked my brother's dick for jolly St. Nick
 Shit (*inhales*) make some room (*exhales*)
 Somebody laced this shit with shrooms, cuz I'm flying
 (Chorus)
 (*Inhales*) What's the big deal (*exhales*)
 Couple of (*pause*) shootings, couple of (*pause*) get killed
 Happens everyday around this way
 Took my homie lil' Mo dog and blew him away
 Shit (*inhales*) at the age of 19, what a bummer'
 Another crazy ass summer
 These types of things never die down easy
 Gang of retaliation, homeboy believe me (*inhales*)
 Fien for the recipe (*coughing*)
 Man, these blunts gon' be the death of me
 Fuck it, next flight to Amsterdam
 A few girls, fifty grand and a handy cam
 Posted up at the Cypress Hill coffee shop
 I'm miraculous, fuckin unorthodox (*inhales*)
 I'm glad we could chop it up
 Before I bounce let me get a blunt (*exhales*)
 (Chorus)
 
 
		
		
	
 
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