(intro)

Oooooh...do re mi [xzibit]

Fa so la ti do yeah i'm doin' vocals

Intimate turn the music up, yeah c'mon!

{beat starts...}

Yeah! c'mon in, yeah welcome

Haa! yeah! yeah!!

Uhh, ya undastand me?

Hey yoooooouu... dj motherfuckin' quik, yeah

You know me, x to the z, yeah (arah!)

Ahh, it don't stop, huhh yeah

Some new shit, come on...

We just want you to bounce to

This shit for a minute, yeah

Ain't no rush...relax yourself...

Relieve your stress, here we go

Yes...

Bounce, come on bounce, come on boooounce...{repeat}



Put your pussy in my faaaace...

And let me lick you 'till i

Feel the taaaaste...



[xzibit] (verse one) {1:56}

I am the master of the ceremony

So my territory be off limits to gimmicks

And niggas with wack lyrics

And tracks that lack spirits

So pop your collar (pop your collar!)

Fuck a dollar, i'm at ya tough and hard to swallow

Hard act to follow never the role model the what not

Set up shots slipknot my way to the top, pa-da pow!

Then changed the direction of it (yeah)

From the niggas that hate it to niggas that love it

What choo want from it

A reputation a luxurious life

Maybe find you a hoe that you could transform into a house wife

You loose stripes when you recite thru your wind pipes

With action cameras and lights and your shit ain't tight

It's on on sight thug rugged the love of it (yeah)

Push it shlingd'it shove it in the vein we dope

Remain with smoke, remote with tash and ras kass

Six months of full blast bitch, gimme dat ass!...ha ha



(chorus) {2:42}

Put your pussy in my faaace...and i'll

(let me lick you laaady)

Lick you 'till i feel the taaaste...

(would you, would you)

{repeat 2x}

Feel the taste...

Feel the taste...of lovin' you

Feel the taste...

Feel the taste...of lovin' you



[hi-c] (verse two) {3:24}

I'm a royalty check cashin'

Coup deville smashin', pretty titty assassin

Lookin' for some action

If you want compassion, i'll be pussy basshin'

Baby hit me up like 'yo, what the fuck happened?'

'was it somethin' i did? was it my three kids?

You don't love me no more, was it the wave or the wig?'

I'm tryna be nice, so i'm sittin' there thinkin'

But i had to tell the bitch 'baby your breath be stinkin' (ha ha)

Niggas, spendin' they last, tryna hustle for ass

You bought a cadillac truck, but you can't buy gas

Insurance is a bitch, i hope you don't crash

But when you do, let me buy them rims and slap 'em on my jag

When it come to fasion, don't make me start flashin'

Break a bitch off, and have that whole tire slashin'

I'm leather, you're leather, together we be clashin'

Quik! hit 'em with the chorus, homie start bashin'!



(chorus) {4:06}

Put your pussy in my faaace...and i'll

(let me lick you laaady)

Lick you 'till i feel the taaaste...

(would you, would you)

{repeat 2x}

Feel the taste...

Feel the taste...of lovin' you

Feel the taste...

Feel the taste...of lovin' you


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