מילים לשיר My Writes – Xzibit

Yo Got bitches throwin they drawers on stage I raise kids, push whips, piss an mc Love my nigga com sense when he bang dents all up in they wallets
Love money like I love my moms Wall to wall bullshit I got hardwood floors Set sail for tour ever since eightySo yall are fuckin the same hoes who used to be mine (tash) And Ive been waitin three summers to rhyme longside my people Rico, de la, inject you with the lethal Dose of hop
Then put that drink down, you drunk off what you sippin Catash put the dip in dip dive socialize
Fuck around with me and next youll find yo crib burglarized (xzibit) Yo you better recognize and try to analyze this Hand over fist Change and switch, snitch on his crew
Yo get rid of the niggaz before the same thing happen to you (pos)
And theyll leave your ass sticky like glue Blood leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out Got you on your knees like a freak, jugglin deez nuts Smugglin these cuts from s.c., you best be
We done swallowed 40 bottles of threat, yo What you know about my writes? (my writes) What you know about whats weak, whats tight? And what you know about an off night? (uhh) What you know about niggaz frontin for the light? And what you know about them gun fights? (gun fights) Got a nigga duckin while them girls show fright What you know about my writes? (my writes) Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes) (xzibit) Yeah, yeah, look Im samson without delilah, the soul survivor
The drunk driver that rolls straight, take the whole cake Chop it up with the family, wash it down with alcohol My tellys a desert eagle for all the fuckin shots I called My niggaz gotta ball, never settle for less Heavy metal, heavy on yo chest like two breasts Step into my office cause its time for you to roll somethin One false move, and we gon beat you like you stole somethin (pos) Yo these style I kick should be called ? ? rap Drawin the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause I want it They stomach what I throw, they know Im right for they diet They librarian flow keeps the party real quiet (shhhhh) The love I lost outweighs the rhymes I gain But the fact that I spit em makes me cherish the name So pass the mic so I can put in my share
I rip it from home to l.a. With connectin flights to rip it elsewhere (j
Drinkin up black & tan in the back of a van I learned as a young man Gettin a house for two grand, now you got your own land Let your mind expand, everyday have a plan Ro
You got to live with the cards dealt in yo hand Stay young like peter pan, like sly, take a stand And go uptown saturday night like ichiban (dove) I keep it dirty like under the bed (dirty) Dirty like uncle red, aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? ) Dirty brown likwit flow thicker than the yoo
Dirt you dishin out, chef tellin it all
Face down in the dirt, doin my dirty work Expert, tryin to regulate my network Head jerk, spice it with rice, stick with it If they ask who cut the grits ima say e
Chorus w minor variations (tash) And Ive been known to get it on, past the break of the dawn Tashll punch you in your grill and leave "potholes in yo lawn" (cmon!) you makin diss songs?spit that rhyme my way I can shut yall niggaz down like the y
I did a tour in ninety
We on the same vibe, cause real niggaz coincide ("right
But see songs like these is why this album goin classic (j
This is for the dj, bring it back one time I drop bombs like when my moms told me to rhyme
Im So add this, to your collect, plug won (pos) Aiyyo we theme park status, upstage these niggaz like gladys Them little pips, they done tripped the wire Blamin they legs, while Im claimin these tunes In this well stay down like seats found in sorority bathrooms (xzibit) Yeah And I gotta say no names Play no games, hit the switches, crack the frame Show no shame or fuck it all up, take the blame Brand name fresh out the box type hustle Manpower success is mind over muscle Grind til the wheels fall off, accept the loss I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss Nailed to the cross its time to return
My only concern is makin sure that hollywood burn, Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, trickIs all up in the game and dont deserve to be down (j
Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick back De la, xzibit and tha liks came to get that And what you know about us droppin ya And leavin you with half a face like the phantom of the opera? Chorus w minor variations Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)
(chorus extended) Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes) (tash) You got the right to shut the fuck up! {*laughing.