מילים לשיר Connect – Xzibit

East, west, check this out
Check it, ye East east, west west, south south. (
I got that east coast connect, west coast connect Dirty south connect, so show some respect When my niggaz comin through you see we comin correct Who are you, what you do, who you tryin to threat? (xzibit) Im the wrong cat to call out, we fall out The police gon have some dead bodies to haul out
All out in the open for the world to see AvireV.i.p., youre small time, three on three Cause you cant ball accurately, tackle the beast Stomp it down, slap it with heat, bitch behave Shit, we blaze to make a nigga act his age Im tryin to write the phrase that pays You kick it with gays, dykes, and all type of wackness Preach what you practice Here we seperate the real niggaz from the actors A&rs, mc searchin, suck my cactus!
Blackness surround your sight and sound As xzibit hit you and you hit the ground My chips aint never gon be down, watch me smoke And flatline the first nigga to cross this line (gipp)
Its the gipp goodie, we kick the soul slang To yo block, or they streets, we all gon hang We like to shine and ride, bump corners in our bumper cars
Top down, with the candy paint job Import export up and down the highway Old ladies transportin straight through the skyways In the corner in the five(? ) I got purple haze Fat knot short sess with the tree ton(? ) These streets we run, rapper refund You ridin up but we want yo flows old like girbauds We hold, everything it takes to create the odes To north to the west to the south again If its war that you want just pull the pin Rules we dont break em, we refuse to bend If you dont build right you better take yo ass home Cause some catch stray bullets all alone (pharoahe monch) I got the chevy impala shit, street scholar with
Collarless, japanese aikido with, rottweiler mixed Top dollar dick now, swallow my whole nut rap Gun in my mouth, pop shit, still sayin, "fuck that" You have to listen, brew, trapped in a tragic addiction Styles, multiply like japanese mathematicians Cut cause chaos Im the subliminal adolf Im the bomb thats attached to the time of a ticker Figure or swastika
Quicker to pick a form of execution, pull it Bullet, to the head instead of eletrocution The rambunctious, bump in yo trunk shit Totally insane, hurricane with pharoahe monch, gipp Xzibit the west coast (? ? ) (? ? ) we got New york wearin slippers and the south wearin hoodies (chorus 3x) (dj hurricane) Ye
Give it up, uh
Give it up, uh
UhShake it. uh
Cmon, give it up (dirty south) {*fades out.