Xzibit - Best Of Things Lyrics
[xzibit]I was voted most likely to have a psychiatric evaluationLets start the process of eliminationThis dedication is for niggaz with the green buddhaThe bandula, six-shooter to your suit coolersNow how this feel? cold black steel up in your grillThis hollow point lead gon be your last mealSay your prayers, say your gracesPieces of your face is found in a hundred different placesHuh, so what we lookin like? we tryin to see some hoes to ***** tonightAnd you just tryin to see the afterlifeMake a decision before we have a head-on collisionMakin me spend the rest of my life in prisonSee I can only play the cards I was givenMultiplication division whatever you got to break mines offLike the u.s. government did to microsoftLike xzibit in some ***** with the lights turned offIts like[chorus]Im just livin to fulfill my dreamsIm just tryin to have the best of thingsNone of yall cant take shit from meLifes a ***** she aint *****in for freeSo ima ride til the wheels fall offWhile all the rest get weak and go softYour petite style, can get you beat downMy heats loud, have you huggin on the street now[xzibit]Niggaz keep askin me how does it feelHow does what feel? not havin to scrape for a meal?Not bein locked down to a *****ed up deal?The biggest man in los angeles is not shaquilleWe had to reinvent the wheel, draft new blueprintsMade a whole album, spent half what you spentThen sent the rest to my people to invest wit itCustom fitted, if you want it nigga, come and get itAnd I suggest you bring a million niggaz runnin wit itSplit it, feel it, hit it its hot, lookI aint gon stop til everybodys shotMuammar khadafs the dot, x mark the spotWith an infrared to your head, left for dead***** the feds, flee the country then grow some dreads (ya mon)I suggest you keep your distance, for instance, the same distanceIt takes to get to the next solar system, mother*****er[chorus][xzibit]Strike one, when a nigga talkin shit with his handsStrike two, gettin caught in the wrong place with your pants downStrike three, tryin to ***** with the d-o-double-gD-r-e, or any of my alkaholik familyHuh, xzibit turn your vital signs to a straight lineNever seen a dog bite and bark at the same timeRestless, rugged, never relaxedPermanently owe you mother*****ers backs like taxBaseball bats and breaks upside of your headHomey still gettin swoll off water and breadI got this, retaliation, for any situation Im facinAnd leave the stage with a standin ovation, its like[chorus]
