Hit & Run (Part II) — Xzibit
Intro
Hightower
Xzibit
Girl
Xzibit
Girl
Xzibit
Hightower
Xzibit
Hightower
Xzibit
Hightower
Xzbibit
Hightower
I got some ladies over here, you know...
Girl
Xzibit
Hightower
They were just trying, you know, to tell you hello and shit But listen why don't you do this When you're done over there, why don't you come here and shit You know what I'm saying? That way they can tell you hello on person
Xzibit
Hightower
You know what I mean?
Xzibit
Hightower
Xzibit
Verse One
Xzibit
It's a lazy Sunday night Xzibit posted at the lab Gettin' high as a kite Proceed to rolll the light It's real tight In a paper Philly Blunts I don't need It might fuck off the taste Of this bomb ass weed My nigga Tango and Breeze Came thru we blaze a few Together bored as fuck Niggas down for whatever Break left from the bomb Phone call from Ron Hightower Shower at his crib in a hour All the women involved drop drawers Don't say nothin' Just a lota nuttin' Fuckin' plus dick suckin' Goddamn who was that? Half black with the fat ass Too much to ask if you can put them on the glass
For Me
My name's Xzibit I aint' tryin' to spit game Just tell me your name And the proportions of your frame That's right Xzibit now has it poppin' on Sunday night
Chorus
I don't wanna save 'em Pay em' or buy clothes All we really wanna do Is try to fuck these hoes
Verse Two
Rass Kass
You knew the game And you still ended up on your back...
Xzibit
Bitches get laid like tracks Break it down like that With stacks of profilactics Got ill tactics just to get you on the matress like yo
Girl Moaning In Background
With minimal conversation No time wastin' Only hard penetration Gettin' shiners on recliners Cummin' in your faces Stop! Get on top I take your mind different places Won't be satisfied till I hit every race Color and creed in deed All I need is weed a fly steez Who ain't afraid to take the lead A little dirt on your knees Looked over saw Breeze Laid out on the couch about to let it all out Nigga that's the kinda shit that I'm talkin' about
Chorus
I don't wanna save em' Pay em' or buy clothes All we really wanna do Is try to fuck these hoes