Xzibit - 3 Card Molly Lyrics
[ras kass]What, yeah, yeahBlack john mcclane, harold the menace, and the waterproofWith my nigga budda, on the trackGolden state warriors..Eatin every rapper on the plateHuh, feel meI got three-oh-fos in three-one-ohOn section eight, with multiple one-eighty-sevensSport a marilyn manson t-shirt when I die and go to heavenSmoke a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resinRemember the name ras kass-cianoGet to clownin yall punk *****es, cause Im a mac, like ronaldI make mac make money, and mack murder wack rappersMy makaveli verse bomb first, the mac-11ll gat chaWhen I get at cha, the situation tensesFatality before you ever reach your sensesGot so-called writers, crashing into brick fencesLike my name was al fayed so you die, like that white princessIf you lookin for sympathy, you better lookBetween r and t, in the *****ing dictionarySee the object of the game is to win, stack some ends, sippin hennWhip a benz and leave it to your next of kinChorus: repeat 2x[rk] pick a card any card, I bet you cant pull it[gs] golden state, number one with a bullet[xz] its three card molly[rk] will they ever stop?[xz] probably not[sn] pull your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop[saafir the saucee nomad]The un-edited medic, on the cut, with a degree in metaphysicsA doctor, with a lot of patients/patienceAnd perseverance -- flows like an ocean linerThat sails/sales like a clearance, Im bilingualFly like a flamingo, Im a pitcha, everything I freakI eat like al pacino, you dont like me babyYou aint happy, you need some ecstasyNow you in my properties, but you have to pay my equityFor the lowest point in my characterIll reach the highest place in the house when I rockLike the quran, fuse hot, fluid with flavor like buillion cubeBeen this way since I was fourteenAnd like this I been runnin shit without the use of sportscremeRippin up tracks like immigrant chinese, peep the game I layIm grim, I brim over my brow when I ripNever write rhymes with slim fingertipsEach syllable you choose to use is light as a flowerKeep tryin to go goldBut all youre gettin is a golden showerChorus[xzibit]Look, now if it wasnt for the westThese rap niggaz wouldnt need a vest around they chestKeep bustin about where you rest, and what you own, and what you driveSo the day some niggaz come for you Im really not surprisedMr. black bruce willis, please dont kill usI show mercy like kevorkian, like a scorpionWe sting you from behind and put it in you, so meet me at the venuePut you on the spot to put you on the menuFricaseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the ***** hotXzibit livin life, like a bull inside a china shopStrippin everything, see you aint even got a dime to dropGo ahead and call the cops, you aint said nathinJerry spring-you out the studio, then suge knight youTo the parkin lot, niggaz aint ready for all this heat we gotPicture yourself crushin xzibit with your tough talkThats like christopher reeves doing the crip walkChorus
