[saukrates] a ha, hill yeah, sit back and smoke a fat one. yeah, pronto. look from los to toronto. [saukrates] I heard that big sox got it going on. I heard nigga Xzibit got it on. {xzibit} spittin' at 'em. yeah, like a philly.
Yo, revolutionary, Bulldozer, y'all with troops to bury sweep if ya smell fear in these mean streets It's instinct, a bitch and she's far from cheap I got for my dogs hustling for defeats Put it down for this paper, the real wit it, run wit it, fuck wit it Big sauk to shock your mind and spirits Taste these lyrics while I spit truth on Whether two inch, a dat, or I impregnate wax, so get mine Of anybody's set, I'm the artist Who's to me? the x to z we bomb mcs with text debris Leaving y'all hard to breath Other words, nigga's show and chicks spit the ecstasy How is that?
Chorus {xzibit} I keep it and moving, keep it going, going like that y'all {like that y'all}, that {i keep it and moving, keep it going, going like that y'all} that y'all
See I put the nigga, ask him if he's had enough Tan khakis, t-shirt, beater tatted up for props How you explain to nigga beer to the bottom that they can't come up fucker say what? Stack loot so much, out and touch you probably die from the paper cuts I see you lazy fucks, sceming on the demon Keep on dreaming, me any type of reason To stop breathing, yeah it' me against the world 'cause the eyes deceiving, anybody to bet me Saukrates, bouncing like a jet ski a bitch who ain't hard stick like wayne gretzky Look I try to live where the lolos and the be I still dolo, how a normal nigga test me I let you have it in the face trying to me Your can't face me 'cause they scared for their own safety
Chorus [xzibit] {saukrates} 2x
How real is the rush} yeah, feel it {feel the *echoed*} Feel the rush, feel the
Yo, take that, take that, stay back With fake rap, break that 'fore cats react To your shallow ass shit, go never making wack shit, trust me son If I'm eating, my dogs Use experience for teaching without Each, and everyday I be thinking about my Preparing for the new world we used to Handle that, with supreme Peep mental distortion Hitting you with grips of funk by the with killers could lead to abortion Face in a closed coffin, what!
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[outro: This is how we do mad dawg. ha ha ha ha. yeah, pronto here to Toronto. x to the z, saukrates, mcs baby. so, keep it moving.