Текст песни Xzibit - Just Maintain
Xzibit - Just Maintain слова песни
Текст песни Xzibit - Just Maintain
[xzibit]I look you in the grillAnd i laugh insideNiggas always perpetratinLike they down to rideBut please don't try to tell meWhat i can not see( )What's the real definitonOf a fake mc[j-ro]Muthafuckas only rappin since 93And expect all props[xzibit]Them gettin dropped like hot rocks"so stop what you doin cause i'mAbout to ruin".....Like shock-g get turned to stoneTryin to rock meI seperate my thought processFrom stress, 24 tracks inside my brainTyrin to maintainI bang shit without no gang or jherri curlsI seem like kadeemIn a whole different worldIt's the girls the cars niggas lose themselvesForgettin who they areWhen they try to be that superstarThey don't understandIt's all in the game planExploit the artAnd watch hip-hop fall apartBut i'm a do my part, and stay trueAnd keep breakin down bitch niggas like youHook[hurrincane gee]I'm not the typeTo play games or dropName i just maintainAnd burn rappers out the frameDoin my part to stay trueAnd keep breakin downBitch niggas like you[xzibit]But above all elseI represent it for myselfLeavin muthafuckas stretched outOr better yet x-ed outXzibit, excelerate, i rush it to the extremeLike nicotine, never get me cleanFrom your blood streamWe all can't bust, so do it how you mustBut if you hustle, avoid gettin rushedWith hand cuffs plusIn got we trust but don't trust us, we justAdd to the ashes, then pick up the dustLike that[j-ro]I make it seemLike you havin bad dreamsHave you wakin up out your sleepBy your own screamsXzibit has arrived goddamit[xzibit]We bout to rock the whole planetAnd bitch niggas can't stand itTry to play the back and look intenseYou need to hit a fenceYou don't want none of thisHands on experienceI'm no the type to play gamesOr drop names i justMaintain and drop rappers out the frame[hurricane gee]I bring it to the ruffest toughestMic killersAnd you wanna be niggasAnd you burn bithces, type viciousImitating hurricane flow for richesYou don't know the halfI got the ill vocab double rap styleGettin buckedMore freaky than your last good fuckMilkin you like ba ba piecesMeetin niggas lyrical wishesWritin rhymes and washin out dishesFlowin with the likwid wickedRepresentin with my nigga xzibitAnd we gonna do itAnd do it and do itTil you satisfied! cause shit is tightBodiqua c.e.o. on the micSmashin and trashinFuck moschino fashionAll you muthafuckas need to stop askinValued more than the chromeOn your last set of wheelsHurricane here to reign on your brainJust maintain