Xzibit - Paparazzi Lyrics
Intro1996, the disfunctional member of the alkohaliks familyIts xzibit, bring it live, one time, like thisVerse oneSometimes I wonder if its all worth my whileXzibit stay versitileWith million dollar lifestyleAnd I can feel it as a child growin upThe niggaz that were real and the niggaz that were scared as *****Thats why xzibit only roll with a chosen fewYou aint really real, I can tell when I look at youSo ease off the trigga talk, you aint killin shitIts not affecting me or the niggaz that Im chillin withI dont believe the hype or buy a woof ticketNigga you make a gang of noise and never seem like a cricketI guess thats why we never kick itA lot of niggaz are soft and get tossed tryin to ***** with the liquidHow many niggaz do you know like this?Always claimin that theyre riding but they really turn *****It dont make senseEither youre a soldier from the startOr an actor with a record deal tryin to play the partLike datChorus:Its a shameNiggaz in the rap gameOnly for the money and the fameExtra large (extra large)Its a shameNiggaz in the rap gameOnly for the money and the famePaparazzi (2x)Verse twoSee I dont need no lights no camerasJust action God dammitNever no superstarIm more like a planetSo my composure is kept while others start to sweatA merchant from the fog with my *****ed up dialogueTry to live high on the hog leaves you bankruptAnd niggaz you spent it on, would not give a *****Now thats deep, how deep, its deeper than atlantisHome of the scandalousBig bad los angelesDangerous, vandelousYo, not to be trustedSo how the ***** is you hardNot being scared by the boulevardIm pulling that card and sayin gin mutha*****arFlowin like liquid, soak it in mutha*****arIm breakin it down, my sounds, so crowds are like deafFrom the westPuttin whole counties to the testIts all in perspectiveBreaker one-nine copyThis is for the niggaz gettin caught up in the paparazziChorusVerse threeNiggaz smoke stress and cross dressBut I just play the backOthers going through schemes and pipe dreamsFor a contractReal tightly rolled, ***** em all how I feelI made a cool half milBefore I had a record dealThere for you look and stare like its magicBut too much of anything can make you an addictWhen devils be startin static, forgot the automaticI set it off straight, I spread hate, then I vacate, but waitWho dare to cross this pathYo, how do ya like mathCut with glass, make a blood bathSo on behalf of all niggaz I get drunk withSmokin blunts withI dispose of your punk shitKeep it all in perspectiveCarbon copies gettin caught up in the paparazziOnce again, its the liquidation crew, and we return for you like thisChorus
