Xzibit - Loud & Clear lyrics

[Xzibit]
Yea..
Addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price
Sacrifice worth waitin on the platinum & ice
I am precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ
to change the game, while y´all niggaz remain the same
Clear the lane, comin through like Kobe, you can not hold me
You can not stop me, ever since I dropped "Paparazzi"
I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit
Like every idiot that can spit be droppin a hit
I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted
Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic
It is like tryin to squeeze water from rocks
I negotiate the neighborhood stops & clean your clock with a glock
Sick of niggaz screamin they hot, but really they not
Beatin you all to the ground like six L.A. cops
Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot
and lived to tell about it, never leavin home without it, come on

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
Theres no one out there, for us, to fear
I will say it loud & clear..
Who can say they are close, to us
Speak now & you will be brought, to tears

[King Tee]
They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin off on Central
with the rag back, lookin like life is so simple
Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets
If Trife can´t cover the house, call X
Likwit crew brothers, Blues Brothers
Move somethin, make killers do somethin, f´real
The bitch-made often politic with the skill
Now shit is all twisted, unlisted
Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit
We gifted, twenty-four hours & still lifted
(*X*: Bitch keep your vagina) We drunk & aint interested
Bitches come a dime & a dove, we aint trippin it
Standin at the bar, soft-styled in the cut
"Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much!"
Bitch what? Act right & pour it in a cup
The West & Eastside keep smokin them blunts, niggaz

[Interlude: Butch Cassidy]
Let´s get with it, I was born to trip
Stay on the lookout, aint no time to slip
We aint for games & shit
Change your spot, cause we are known to dip
No time for chasin hoes
I am on a mission cause my cash is low
Theres no need to speak on those
Doggy (?) are the gangsta´s clothes

[Defari]
Theres two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto
Pops Finnish choco-late, moms Mississippi yellow
Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence
Together we rise, no time for seperateness
My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a jack
of a smack to a bird who don´t know how to act
Straight hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler
Good ol´ wrangler in his day with that attitude of "F*ck ya"

[Xzibit]
Built to run forever, X the infinite
1st line of defense to smash through the immigrants
Can´t straddle the fence, it is all or nothin
Close the curtain, shut down your whole production
Don´t be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin
without thinkin; I mastered the art of hard drinkin
Yo, you want to stop the X, try your best
I am still f*ckin with your pockets like the IRS, so yo

[Chorus]

[Butch Cassidy]
Gather all around, to see
how we display our vicious skills
I done seen & heard, enough
Let´s prove the West coast is for real

.. speak now & you will be brought to tears ..

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