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xzibit - game face lyrics

i don’t f-ck around i’ll break you down in the hours of h
all these l.a times motherf-cka’s keepin the pace
no need to pull strings things still get done
to have you yellin at the top of yo lungs
so xzibit never speak wit a false tounge
slid off like a handgun
tryin to build an empire to p-ss to my grandson
i never like to talk business over the phone
so either have love for the game or leave it alone
plus action speak louder than words
and p-ssy move faster than birds
so i gotta keep a gameface
on the street you slip, and you might catch a hot one
xzibit stay low and kick back like a shotgun
i keep it bangin to the end of the line
when a rapper think his saggin style is f-ckin with mine, it’s divine
’cause my family is harder than bricks
anything to keep it movin ’cause it’s harder to hit

chorus:
(ras k-ss)
only right i f-ck wit you when you f-ckin’ wit mine
keep it movin to the end of the line
and action speak louder than words
and p-ssy move faster than birds
gotta keep a gameface
(xzibit)
only right i f-ck wit you when you f-ckin’ wit mine
keep it movin to the end of the line
and action speak louder than words
and p-ssy move faster than birds
gotta keep a gameface

verse 2: ras k-ss
men must be either tramp or the crutch
to regulate, relegate, delegate power, n-gg- touch something
trust no one and die dumping
drained ya battery you barely talking like teddy ruxpin
see that’s w-ssup, n-gg- i don’t give a f-ck
say some sh-t so nasty, it’ll make little kim blush
as if, a 98 bentley didn’t tempt me
to lay bullsh-t over this empty
but consequently my conscience wouldn’t permit me
i’m one-third black man, one-third jackie chan
one-third sand, shiftin across the surface of the land
golden state warrior let my nuts hang like n-gg-s in nooses
while you givin groupies all your loochie
i’m known for f-cking hoochies in suskis
and slippin ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
loved and feared, severe yet loved
the full time t-tan fighting three million over night thugs
so keep your, hand out your r-ct-m ’cause you can’t stop sh-t
don’t rock sh-t, studio hustlers
claimin’ they got more keys than a locksmith
what part of the game is this
bonus round, give me the mic, the money
the p-ssy in that order, the mortar over populated
get f-cked and orally copulated
and all you chumps on some you owe me an apology sh-t
can suck yo apology out my d-ck

chorus:

verse 3:
(ras k-ss)
this is for the black n-gg-s, the yak sippers
the part time strippers,slash full time student,and fifty buck slippers
i got athletes feet,we run these contrete streets
sporting cleets, ain’t nothing sweet
(xzibit)
i’m making rappers get they sh-t together
still smokin, still drinkin, still maintain clear thinkin
everyday is the weekend, mashin thru in a lincoln
and style so sick, the whole car start stinking

chorus:

- xzibit lyrics

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