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Yeah! ladies and gentleman Broadcastin live to you and yours It's mr. x to the z, xzibit Yeah, bouncin, c'mon The first day of the rest of my life X stand behind the mic like walker cronkite Y'all keep the spotlight, i'm keepin my rhymes tight Lose sight of what you believe and call it a night This ain't the light-weight, cake mix shit that you're used to Teflon territory you just can't shoot through You gon shoot who? (who?) not even on your best day Rollin the wild west way, givin it up Leavin the whole world stuck not givin a fuck Laid in the cut, now we break through in the rut Hennesey and orange juice baby fill up a cup Quick to grab mary jane by the butt and squeeze Loosen up, let your hair down, and join the festivities Overcrowd the house like lockdown facilities Bitches be, quick to give me brains while the pistol range Goin up and down my dick like the stock exchange 1 - (x) rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound (x) won't even say your own name when i come around (x) stay on top but remain from the underground (x) to the z and we all in the family Repeat 1 Ever since xzibit could spit, been on some pimp shit Approach every woman like a - potential mistress Shine bright, make sure that x stay tight Cause tonight i might meet my next ex-wife Mr. big chief reefer, xzibit use his dick like a visa I run it through and money come out Runnin your mouth, i'll have somebody run in your house Ravel your spouse and have a little fun on the couch Now you know that it was bound to happen I came to give you what you lackin Whenever you hear them other niggaz rappin Rockin chains, stadiums, paladiums, cracked craniums My whole skeleton is dipped in titanium Drop-top tinted on twenties Usin rappers like crash test dummies, stackin real estate and money It's funny how things change overnight when you thinkin right I beat the odds like ike beat on his first wife Repeat 1 (2x) What an event, we hardcore a hundred percent Makin it stick, los angeles proudly presents The real deal, how does it feel? no special effects Yank the chain off of your neck, demand the respect Now all your conversations sound strange to me It be like everybody around me done changed but me I stand alone on my own two feet Stab a track, strangle the beat - restless, no time for sleep Niggas be weak, i'm concrete like benjamin grier It's a very thin line between a foe and a friend Straight to the chin (not these niggas again) Call doc, bounce to the spot, and slide right in I ain't tryin to see nothing but progress, regardless Home of the heartless, move right, remain cautious Represent nothing but the hustle and struggle Hennesy, rock plenty of ice, making a double, now scream Repeat 1 (2x) [snoop dogg] So there you have it; a-b-c, d-p-g-c X to the motherfuckin z Mr. xuberant, xtravagant, xtrordinary, xciting, x-a-lotta X-o with a little bit of xtasy X-ing your bitch-ass out if you tryin to test the g And what's the recipe? xcalibur weaponry And we shoot xceptionally That there is hot- x marks the spot? Fuck naw, x spots the marks Xclamation point, niggaz!