Songtext Loud clear Xzibit

Loud clear

[xzibit]
Yeah..
Addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price
Sacrifice worth waitin on the platinum and ice
Im precise with the merchandise, came back like christ
To change the game, while yall niggaz remain the same
Clear the lane, comin through like kobe, you cant hold me
You cant stop me, ever since I dropped paparazzi
I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit
Like every idiot that can spit be droppin a hit
I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted
Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic
Its like tryin to squeeze water from rocks
I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock
Sick of niggaz screamin they hot, but really they not
Beatin you all to the ground like six l.a. cops
Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot
And lived to tell about it, never leavin home without it, cmon

[chorus: butch cassidy]
Theres no one out there, for us, to fear
Ill say it loud and clear..
Who can say theyre close, to us
Speak now and youll be brought, to tears

[king tee]
They probably saw me on the 91 east, gettin off on central
With the rag back, lookin like lifes so simple
Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets
If trife cant cover the house, call x
Likwit crew brothers, blues brothers
Move somethin, make killers do somethin, freal
The bitch-made often politic with the skill
Now shits all twisted, unlisted
Guns fixed it, best not speak about the likwit
We gifted, twenty-four hours and still lifted
(*x*: bitch keep your vagina) we drunk and aint interested
Bitches come a dime and a dove, we aint trippin it
Standin at the bar, soft-styled in the cut
Ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much!
Bitch what? act right and pour it in a cup
The west and eastside keep smokin them blunts, niggaz

[interlude: butch cassidy]
Lets get with it, I was born to trip
Stay on the lookout, aint no time to slip
We aint for games and shit
Change your spot, cause were known to dip
No time for chasin hoes
Im on a mission cause my cash is low
Theres no need to speak on those
Doggy rags are the gangstas clothes

[defari]
Theres two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto
Pops finnish choco-late, moms mississippi yellow
Caramel, cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence
Together we rise, no time for seperateness
My grandfather snake was a jake, or a jack
Of a smack to a bird who dont know how to act
Straight hustler, mississippi moonshine smuggler
Good ol wrangler in his day with that attitude of fuck ya

[xzibit]
Built to run forever, x the infinite
First line of defense to smash through the immigrants
Cant straddle the fence, its all or nothin
Close the curtain, shut down your whole production
Dont be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin
Without thinkin; I mastered the art of hard drinkin
Yo, you wanna stop the x, try your best
Im still fuckin with your pockets like the irs, so yo

[chorus]

[butch cassidy]
Gather all around, to see
How we display our vicious skills
I done seen and heard, enough
Lets prove the west coast is for real

.. speak now and youll be brought to tears ..