Xzibit - Down For The Count (feat. Rah Digga, Talib Kweli) Lyrics
[rah digga]Yeh, check it out now (uhh uhh uhh)Rah digga yall, dirty harriet (uhh!)Kweli, xzibit, new millenium! (cmon, check it)[all] one, two, three, four[rah] grimy ***** stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)Puffin on goodie, eatin tuna and ryeBlow the spot with some old school shit from junior high (heyyy!)[all] one, two, three, four[rah] jerseys finest in the house, punchlines and metaphorsMake your foul ice grill, thug grimy on the realPuttin heads to bed like hennessey and nyquil[rah digga]Convertible style, still had the heat knockinBumpin shit from way back with my man beatboxinShootin the breeze - see Im nice with theseYoull be suckin it down like fast food high-csType of rap ***** that love underground classicsGettin more green than that nigga st. patrickMakin wack rappers go and merc the set {*dial-up sounds*Better off behind a desk tryin to surf the netCause I be adamant, kill em when my joints get added inWorse than boric acid in your project cabinetDirty harriet, increase the fanbasesLeavin non-writin cats stuck on the plantationsMini-skirts with tights, eatin lunch with whitesLeave the party over here like they israelitesGot cali brooks critics, ta kwe(? ? ) xzibitGonna rock shit down like he cant get no visits[all] one, two, three, four[t.k] rock the whole world like the rolling stone tour (ah-ahhh!)Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threatBy a nervous terrorist whos so scared that his palms wet[all] one, two, three, four[t.k] the stuff legends are made of, urban folkloreLike jim morrison we break on throughBefore I care about your take on me, we take on you[talib kweli]Yo, yo, yoWe bring it straight to your face from the start, yoRage against the machine, break it apartMight be over your head, but its straight from the heartI show my love in the light while yall hate in the darkStraight to apocalypse is where Im takin the artGivin niggaz battle scars, always makin my markYou fakin the part of gangster, til niggaz break in your spotYou straight ***** whether I say it or notShit is hot, spittin flames on the trackPut our towns names on the mapFrom now until we fadin to blackWhere we at?thug rebels love metal clubs ghettoWhen the slugs let go like frankie beverlyForever we stack notes like the treasury, flow heavenlyGet you high on speech laced with obscenityNiggaz be gassed like cipher sounds, and need rescue remedyThen fall the ***** off like limbs affected with leprosy[all] one, two, three, four[x2z] why the ***** cant mcs mc no more?Hardcore til somebody put me under the groundWith a dick in your ear, still couldnt ***** with my sound[all] one, two, three, four[x2z] takin me straight to the weed spot, then to the liquor sto"gimme some mo" like busta bus, who do you trust?Swingin through, your favorite neighborhood lush[xzibit]Im i-rate, usin your body for live baitXzibit rockin them heavy gems you cant takeDilate, ***** back the weight, spread hateHeavy metal we settle and set shit straightHit gates in my younger days, from the policemanMe and my clan used to dance thicker than quicksandSupply and demand the hand is quicker than the eyeFind some chickens to fry, while you find it hard to stick to your lieI see through the tricks, destroy the facadeYour little lungs is too weak to hotbox with godRah digga, first lady of the flipmode squadGotta be hard like a young nigga walkin the yardFor the first time, we aint the niggaz you let shineExpect mines to blow lines like coke everytimeIm an alkaholik nigga so I finish the fifthYou at the front door *****in because you aint on the listIts like[all] one, two, three, four..Yeah (ohhhhhhh) hehehe (aight yall, aight yall..)Yeah (here we go)[all] one, two, three, four..
