Текст песни Xzibit - Spit Shine
Xzibit - Spit Shine слова песни
[Xzibit]I`ma clean this whole shit out like colonicsWith words put together better than Sony ElectronicsKing of the jungle, humbly stay honestEat with the lions, swim with piranhasGasoline the seem, strike the matchInferno, I`m too thoro nigga so stand backI spit shine, get mine and rip rhymeand make my career take an in climbI`m strict with knives, straight with razorsGood with grenades and great with gaugesBeen around the world in a million stagesWatch niggas bitch up and go through changesI had guns before thugs was in fashionI mashed out before niggas knew mashinI knew terror before the plane started crashinI got punch lines and niggas ain`t laughin[Chorus: Xzibit]I`m gon be here after the smoke die downThe sound of your style, I won`t lie downFight the good fight, don`t need no helpKeep your hands up, defend yo selfMove like I move and live life longCan`t move up if ya heart not strongGet`cha own shit cuz this shits mineEvery time I spit I shine[Xzibit]Cocksucka I preach what I practise, back shit upWrap this rap shit up, still actin upGet found in a trunk of an AcuraY`all suck like jail in DraculaX turn up the heat, increase the hatredStraight stone faced don`t fuck wit gay shitSo I guess that means I can`t fuck wit you nowTwo down, let off, vacate to new townIt feel like Bishop and Juice nowGot a flame thrower that`ll burn big holes through your goose nowRough sound, same strong backgroundBeen on black, the big boys layin chips downMy whole train of thought isto body any mothafuckea wit problems and not get caughtI was blessed with life but I curse ta deathI`ma spit ta my very last breath - Fuck y`all![Chorus][Xzibit]Let me give this a three second look, I hit a million dollar targetYou ain`t came up yet, well nigga let me show yaCome across dope like planes and boatsLike balloons filled with coke down a Mexican`s throatYou ever seen a man get smoked, they shit on they selfTheir body shake for a second then it gets dissectedFor evidence of the weapon and the people involvedLet one nigga talk, everybody gettin caught fa sho`I say that to say this (what?)If you can`t handle the time then ride the benchMight as well touch ya tail and jump the fenceCastrate ya self, expose the bitchX go head up, but fuck, never ran from itI got a gauge with buck shot that you can`t stomachYou ain`t a killa, you a album fillaYou ain`t a soldier, you a rap promoter, game over![Chorus]