a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

xzibit - poppin' off lyrics

[chorus]
in the club drinkin’ with all my homies
and ain’t no worries tonight ’cause we poppin’ off
don’t bite me, but if you wanna fight me
it ain’t hard to find me, just know i’ll be poppin’ off
slow motion, gt rollin’, your b-tch she knowin’
she’ll tell you we poppin’ off
ain’t nothin’ when x sh-t jumpin’, to get the hoes f-ckin’
they know we be poppin’ off

[xzibit]
uh-uh, i know you gettin’ high
cause you keep on starin’ and your eyes don’t lie
that sh-t you wearin’ and your friends keep darin’
there’s enough to go around and they don’t mind sharin’
get between your thighs, make ya exercise
you ain’t gotta waste no time with no ‘f-ck me’ eyes
i’m like all day long up in ya
take a break, make a drink, roll the ‘wood, let the games continue
uh, (you make me so hot) – you better than the rest of them b-tches
i’ll bang your back out in every position
i never listen to the sh-t n-gg-z say
how you’re easy to spread, like to pop pills and f-ck all day
but baby that’s alright with me
if you thinkin’ long-term, b-tch that’s what it ain’t gon’ be
so just shake what your mamma gave ya
and i’ma give you what your dad gave your mom to make ya

[dj quik]
now riddle me this…
whenever i hit her hard in the middle she p-ss
do i take that as normal and watch her play with her t-ts?
i’m confused, i feel so used – and i got the d-ck
now what am i doin’ here?
she tell me she wants to keep the condom as a souvenir
and that’s kinda weird to me
i guess this ol’ f-ck session ain’t what it appear to be
because the concierge has just brought the bill to me
i go 200 miles per hour on a street bike
and 9-0 beats per minute on a sweet mic
whenever i get with b-tches i lose a little somethin’
sperm by the zones, we keep it hot and goin’
xzibit we got it flowin’, don’t even approach us, you only get roaches
how you gon’ smoke with us n-gg- when you can’t even focus
cause we don’t break bread with b-tches, we take head from b-tches
cause n-gg-z be gettin’ dead from b-tches for bein’

[king tee]
this big black baracuda type n-gg-
last of the old coupe pack type n-gg-z
last of the honcho and flint type n-gg-z
big tweet, big pete, pimp type figgas
it’s like a jungle and i’m king tee the tyrant
demandin’ all b-tches stay silent – f-ck snitchin’
i’m the violent – pilot for your child hall riot
where n-gg-z pull swords like pirates
hoes get i-rit, i mean irate
tee-la let a b-tch eat, put some d-ck on her plate
you better get yo’ -ss some muscle and go hustle
get up on the grind, stop f-ckin’ with mine
for the umpteenth time, i’m a baller by nature
schooled by the best, f-ck a hater
never lay low, let ’em know, out of mind, out of sight
but for d-mn sure you’ll catch me with the homies tonight
we just –

- xzibit lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS