Hit Run lyrics

[intro]:



[hightower]: baby, do me a favor, call up xzibit for me.

[xzibit]: allo?

[girl]: hello, xzibit?

[xzibit]:yeah, yeah, whats up?

[girl]: hold on one second ok?

[xzibit]: alright

[hightower]: xzibit?

[xzibit]:hey, whats up?

[hightower]: its ron, hightower.

[xzibit]:ah, whats up dude, whats goin down?

[hightower]: eh nigga, it aint nothin but a party!

[xzbibit]:yoo! shit its goin down?

[hightower]: hey, let me tell you something.

I got some ladies over here, you know...

[girl]: hi xzibit!

[xzibit]: whats up?

[hightower]: he he, see what Im saying.

They were just trying, you know, to tell you hello and shit

But listen why dont you do this

When youre done over there, why dont you come here and shit

You know what Im saying?

That way they can tell you hello on person

[xzibit]: ah alrihgt, you want me to bring you somethin

[hightower]: hey, bring yourself, Im sure they can handle the rest

You know what I mean?

[xzibit]:yeah yeah, alright, Ill be over there in a minute.

[hightower]: peace!

[xzibit]:alright



[verse one]:



[xzibit]:

Its a lazy sunday night

Xzibit posted at the lab

Gettin high as a kite

Proceed to rolll the light

Its real tight

In a paper philly blunts I dont need

It might fuck off the taste

Of this bomb ass weed

My nigga tango and breeze

Came thru we blaze a few

Together bored as fuck

Niggas down for whatever

Break left from the bomb

Phone call from ron hightower

Shower at his crib in a hour

All the women involved drop drawers

Dont say nothin

Just a lota nuttin

Fuckin plus dick suckin

Goddamn who was that?

Half black with the fat ass

Too much to ask if you can put them on the glass

[for me]

My names xzibit

I aint tryin to spit game

Just tell me your name

And the proportions of your frame

[38-26-32]

Thats right

Xzibit now has it poppin on sunday night



[chorus]: (2x)

I dont wanna save em

Pay em or buy clothes

All we really wanna do

Is try to fuck these hoes



[verse two]:



[rass kass]:

You knew the game

And you still ended up on your back...



[xzibit]:

Bitches get laid like tracks

Break it down like that

With stacks of profilactics

Got ill tactics just to get you on the matress like yo

[girl moaning in background]

With minimal conversation

No time wastin

Only hard penetration

Gettin shiners on recliners

Cummin in your faces

Stop! get on top

I take your mind different places

Wont be satisfied till I hit every race

Color and creed in deed

All I need is weed a fly steez

Who aint afraid to take the lead

A little dirt on your knees

Looked over saw breeze

Laid out on the couch about to let it all out

Nigga thats the kinda shit that Im talkin about



[chorus]: (4x)

I dont wanna save em

Pay em or buy clothes

All we really wanna do

Is try to fuck these hoes
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