Xzibit - Inside Job Lyrics
(intro: xzibit)Mr. x to the z (who am i? )M-m-m-mr. x (who am i? )X to the to-the-to-the zM-m-m-m-mr. x-x-x to the z (yeah, yo)M-m-m-m-mr. x-x-x to the z(xzibit)So its one fifteen in the mornin Im comin up, a hard day, serveWe gettin drunk smokin herb and the third dike you rollNon-stop cash flow, 20,000 dollars and the rest cuttin yayoWe had the rocks, my nigga late to pick it upGet him on the phone, hurry up cause I aint tryin to get stuckSo what the ***** is the hold up?(nigga sit your ass in the chair and Ill be right there)Reminds me I gotta shake the spotI got *****es in the hotel room ready for me to bang cob weight (*knock*)Yo, who is that man?(he wanna spend a couple of hundred, (yeah), but hell be right back)Thats when I shoulda got the heaterBut I was too busy in the kitchen countin money and takin shots at tequilaStarted countin out twelve when it hit meIf you was rocksteady, you woulda came when the c-notes rangBefore I could yell out to lock the frontNiggas rushed in the front door with the gauge, ready, duckBad enough Im caught up in it, jacked, but worst than thatIm caught in the kitchen without the strap(where the muh-*****in sack homeboy? )Yeah, woulda killed terminators only d between us isA stove and a refrigerator, came in and put the gauge to my chestTook the money off the table and said (yo, wheres the rest of it nigga? )You gotta love it, came straight to the moneyman20,000 cash, needed stacks, wrapped in rubber bandsSnatched the whole shit and broke outI ran to the living room and got the heat from under the couchSmashed out into the middle of the street started blastinDumpin at the getaway cars but they was mashinI thought I heard the homies just in time for the actionPolice hit the corner with they reds and whites flashinThese niggas rolled off with at least a cool fiftyYa, Im in handcuffs on the ground and mad cause the k-9 bit meShipped me off downtown for the bookinThrew my herb sack when the cops wasnt lookinFingerprints, hold the tape, hear come detectorsOne at the door, another one askin questionsStupid shit like: - who was I shootin at?Was it game related and where do they kick it at?But I didnt say shit I can tell from all the peopleInvolved it was an inside jobBut Im the wrong nigga to rob, Ill hunt you down***** the money, Ill take you off and accept the lossSet bail at fifteen gs, no sweatGot cars slippin tonight, and almost got wetHomies come to set bail see, but thats all rightSince Im already here ima spend the night(outro: xzibit and another having a conversation)(hey, hey I need to use the phone again) (*car horns*)(ay, ay man) (since when did you start takin shoestrings and shit? ) (man)(ahhhh) (do I look like I wanna kill? ) (ay man, ***** that)(ay, look? ) (I just need to use the phone real quick man, eh, ***** it)(aight, ay, let me get the top bunk)(ay man, this, this, this blanket, this blanket smell like urine man)All right, youre charged with public intoxication(all right, listen theres a thousand people down there who are drunk)Okay, I understand that
