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DUBCC - Tha Connection => West Coast Classics => Topic started by: OP on January 20, 2006, 03:10:11 PM
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Can anybody help me out and post some dope Xzibit lines. Thanks.
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One of my fav's...
"I'm lethal, all y'all faggots remain see-through
Only the kid from "The Sixth Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPLE!)"
From "Get Your Walk On"
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Here is another...(thanx to a homie who opened up an X post, I remember some of these)
"I'm pullin pistols if you don't break bread
Mr. Wrong Side of the Bed, only get excited for head"
From "Front 2 Back"
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X is one of the best in the West, I hope he can get back to the level of fame he had in 99-00
"Dolo, most niggas react like a homo
And when they wit a crowd now they wanna get loud
Wanna act wild and act like your criminal file
is stretchin a mile, but really got the heart of a child"
from "Focus" by Erick Onasis
"When I was enlisted
I came to the table double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies
Bust shots up in the sky screamin' obsenities
Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to Italy"
from "Step Up" by Kurupt
"Restless, beat the pussy ‘til she fallin' asleep
Athletes trippin' off a couple a thousand a week
Just to do the same thang
I didn't even know this bitch's name
She was in my car givin' me brain"
from "The Game Dont Wait Remix" by Dr. Dre
"Why do you hate me? (Hate me) I came from nothin
Blood sweat and tears, you did not create me
How can you doubt me? (Doubt me) You don't know shit about me
There'd be no West coast without me"
from "My Name"
"So what you know about this West Coast monopoly
Enough animosity, to tear down democracy
Anarchy, you wanna analyze and copy me
But mutha fuck that stay off my god damn property
Xzibit burn a couple ounces of that broccoli
Step into the function make the crowd bounce properly
Yeah I know about your little shit talkin mockery
Tryin to see and pour 6 feet of gravel on top of me
And all my playaz go to wakes so the next nigga can take my place
And try to invade my space
Make enemies search for God like Ma$e (Yeah)
You should avoid catchin 2 to the face, so I can avoid catchin a case
You'se just another mutha fuckin rat in a race
I explode and expose to this multi-platinum fan base
Never seen before I kick in your door
Ain't no time to run for them guns, just get on the floor"
from "The Hardest Muthafuckaz" by Kurupt
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i can drink a whole hennesey fifth
Some call that a problem but I call it a gift
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my fav X line is
"i can drink a whole hennessey fifth,
some call that a problem but i call it a gift"
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"Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your health
like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself"
"Xzibit turn your vital signs to a straight line
Never seen a dog bite and bark at the same time"
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Damn gonna go bump some X albums now.Is he still a free agent?
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I’m the head nigga in charge, I’m watchin you move
You’re found dead in your garage, with ten o’clock news coverage
Gotta love it, cause I expose the facade
Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with god
All jokes aside, come bounce with us
Standin over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust
It’s like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffs
So who do you trust? they just not rugged enough
When things get rough I’m in the club shootin with puff
Bitch, please - you must have a mental disease
Assume the position and get back down on your knees - c’mon
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It’s like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffs
One of my fav lines from Mr. X to tha Z. 8)
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2 funny ones:
"goin' up and down my dick like the stock exchange"
"Xzibit use his dick like a Visa, I run it through and money come out"
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"What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
About five back accounts, three ounces and two vehicles
Until my death, I'm Bangladesh
I suggest you hold yo' breath til ain't none left
Yo that's the difference" - "whats the difference"
"Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth my while
Xzibit stay versatile with million dollar lifestyle" - paparazzi
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only time i'm on my back is fuckin these hoes & weight benchin
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from pimp my ride
"wow your car is shit"
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"I Was Born Wit My Fists Balled Up, Imma Fighter" forgot which song :-\, somebody tell me
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"I Was Born Wit My Fists Balled Up, Imma Fighter" forgot which song :-\, somebody tell me
Back 2 The Way It Was
My father was a soldier, my mother was a rider
I was born wit my fists balled up, I'ma fighter
Inspired, a real rhyme writer
Get past the past the future looks brighter
But, I wanna get it back to the way it was
Exchange blows, elbows and it was still love
A better time, better place in space
Cause nothin can erase, shame tat' like my nigga Chase
Cause Bigga B will never be replaced, right
And I'ma scream it to the whole fuckin human race
Get a bar, get a taste
Enforce the muscle to ya hustle and ya did it with grace
Cause real niggaz don't save face, they make movements
Back to the time when hip-hop was music
When N.W.A. got booed at the Apollo
Broke "Straight Outta Compton" and the whole world followed
Cause right now hip-hop is hollow
With no substance, X-Man with the roughness
Cause success can suck sometime
And many of us the way we act, we even lost our minds
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BEAT the odds like IKE BEAT on his first wife X
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^^ that one had me rollin everytime i heard that track.
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"I Was Born Wit My Fists Balled Up, Imma Fighter" forgot which song :-\, somebody tell me
Back 2 The Way It Was
My father was a soldier, my mother was a rider
I was born wit my fists balled up, I'ma fighter
Inspired, a real rhyme writer
Get past the past the future looks brighter
But, I wanna get it back to the way it was
Exchange blows, elbows and it was still love
A better time, better place in space
Cause nothin can erase, shame tat' like my nigga Chase
Cause Bigga B will never be replaced, right
And I'ma scream it to the whole fuckin human race
Get a bar, get a taste
Enforce the muscle to ya hustle and ya did it with grace
Cause real niggaz don't save face, they make movements
Back to the time when hip-hop was music
When N.W.A. got booed at the Apollo
Broke "Straight Outta Compton" and the whole world followed
Cause right now hip-hop is hollow
With no substance, X-Man with the roughness
Cause success can suck sometime
And many of us the way we act, we even lost our minds
ah yea, classic song. x is one of the best lyricist :D
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my fav X line is
"i can drink a whole hennessey fifth,
some call that a problem but i call it a gift"
my fav as well
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"Pumpin Slugs for the fuck of it ..... Anybody hatin on us can suck a dick"
La Niggaz :D
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i'm ready to scrap
like mike tyson with his license back
9-5 minimum wage, what type of life is that
for me its blasphemy
you fuckin with the sundance kid and butch cassidy
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xzibiti is a good rapper but hes a weird dude at the same time.. he reps a city he knows nothing about and is not from!
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Look, samantha, loraine, monica, veronica Veronica, she treated my dick like a harmonica
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Total domination takes full concentration in all situations
A solid foundation
- Foundation
Wantin' money and fame
You got your fuckin' self to blame
And that's West Coast rhyme
Without no gimmicks
Here come Xzibit to break it down
Like a chemic
I'm spreadin' like an epidemic
- Enemies & Friends (That was X at his best)
Xzibit run with a regiment of veterans
I only like to come out Late Night, like Dave Letterman
- Chamber Music
N.Y.C. competition wish to some day roll like me
But all I see is capital H-E-A-T
I'm makin' motherfuckers Run like DMC (run)
- Deeper
Too bad he never spit this way after 98.
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shitted on villians by the millions
I be catchin bitches while bitches be catchin feelings
Xzibit "what's the difference"
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"If ya So So Def than bitch get a hearing aid"
"Scarface run the South motherfucker you will be on
The underage bitch in the Kelly tape getting pee'd on"
"Cock-eyed midget with a Napoleon complex
Nickelodeon fetish you represent nonsense"
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3 Card Molly straight shit talkin, rep the west
Look, now if it wasn't for the West
These rap niggaz wouldn't need a vest around they chest
Keep bustin about where you rest, and what you own, and what you drive
So the day some niggaz come for you I'm really not surprised
Mr. Black Bruce Willis, please don't kill us
I show mercy like Kevorkian, like a scorpion
We sting you from behind and put it in you, so meet me at the venue
Put you on the spot to put you on the menu
Fricaseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the pussy hot
Xzibit livin life, like a bull inside a china shop
Strippin everything, see you ain't even got a dime to drop
Go ahead and call the cops, you ain't said nathin
Jerry Spring-you out the studio, then Suge Knight you
to the parkin lot, niggaz ain't ready for all this heat we got
Picture yourself crushin Xzibit with your tough talk
That's like Christopher Reeves doing the crip walk
Carry the Weight some real shit
You see I don't like to remenisce about the past
The lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouth
Each and every wrong move the police keep count
make it real fuckin' easy to get streched out
I was at the funeral when it all began
You know the painful transition from a boy to men
I lost sight of my mother at the age of nine
didn't understand death nearly lost my mind
But see life moves on and broke niggas can't change it
Age ten, new step family arrangement
at thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my dick
And noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated like shit
I would forever be hit with anything in reach
Then my father would proceed to go to church and preach
about forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked
Gettin' jump when he said and the head gat cracked
physical contact was in form of a slap
at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit back
courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap
Left the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black
Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate
Into juvenile detention where I built up hate
I don't remember the date of the judical debate
but legally I was now in custody of the state
Foundation, maybe Xzibit's best verse
You are the foundation
Begining of a new generation
I remember hospital hallway pacin'
I was anxious as fuck to see your face shine
Only to find that yours looked like mine
So it's like I'm livin' twice at the exact same time
In this life you can't press stop
Then press rewind
Gotta live to the fullest never follow behind no man
Have your own plan, expand your mind
Ain't no paper thin game to raise wannabe thugs
This is nothing but love
Via sattelite Muggs
Take heed when it's your turn to bring new life
Make sure it's the woman you gonna make your wife
Be prepared for the worst
But expect the best
No matter where life takes you
Come home to the West
Survival takes more than just gats and guns
That's words to live by
From a father to a son
Foundation
Don't Approach Me, Xzibit ripped the fuck out of this
This ain't business, this is personal BITCH
You don't know Xzibit from shit, new school, class dismissed
I had a very FUCKED UP day, I'm needin this fit
Shuttin motherfuckers up like they pleadin the 5th
Yo Em it's time to get serious with it (yeah)
Time for everybody to feel it, similar to the egg in the skillet
This is your brain on drugs, Xzibit brain on thugs
Ain't no neighborhood that's big enough to bang on us
Ain't no love lost my niggaz, relax yo'self
I'm about to snatch it all and start spreadin the wealth
To my niggaz who never seen it I mean it when I holla
at the top of my lungs about my guns and my loved ones
Got, tons of ammo to crack your enamel
Changin your channel, you played like a fuckin piano
Ridin slow through Cali like I'm ridin a camel
Millionaire motherfuckers with their brains in their flannels
I feel like, Tony Soprano, who do I trust now?
Just hit me on my tele' nigga soon as I touch down
Spit lines to split spines just to get mine
Big behind bitches gettin dick to spit shine
Sniff lines of coke, that's the only shit that make you dope
Bitch-ass nigga that's droppin the soap
Get choked out and beat, put your head in a vise-grip
and turn til you motherfuckers tell me the right shit
Bitch Please, the verse that made Xzibit a star
You ain't tryin to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Goin down by the second round, all hail the underground
How dat sound? Xzibit backin down from a conflict
Fuck the nonsense, terrorist, hidden bomb shit
Glass and metal in every direction
Innocent bystanders taught a very hard lesson
I'm the reason there's no time to reach for that weapon
and reason why niggaz with problems keep on steppin
Xzibit ready to scrap, like Mike Tyson with his license back
Nine to five, minimum wage, what type of life is that
for me? It's blasphemy, you fuckin around
with the Sundance Kid and Butch Cassidy
You had the audacity to wanna tangle with the X
Strangle your neck, slap you like the opposite sex
Drunk drivin tryin to stack my loot
While other rappers gettin "Treated Like a Prostitute"
So check the SoundScan