Popup

xzibit
Hey Now

Numéro de la piste Titre Classement Nombre d'écoutes Télécharger Ajouter à mon blog Actions
1 Hey Now
481 lectures
2 -X-
253 lectures
3 xzibit-multiply
181 lectures
4 xzibit-comparaison
181 lectures

Tu n'as pas la bonne version de Flash pour utiliser le player Skyrock Music.
Clique ici pour installer Flash.

lache ton blog

lache ton blog
fait ta pub cet que sur cet article




liens,blog,ect.....

# Posté le dimanche 02 décembre 2007 17:21

Modifié le dimanche 02 décembre 2007 18:07

MP3 : xzibit / xzibit-comparaison (2007)

xzibit / xzibit-comparaison (2007)

[ Ecouter ce morceau ] [ Ajouter ce morceau à mon blog ]

  • Titre : xzibit-comparaison
  • Album : xzibit
  • Année : 2007

Paroles :

Nam Myoho Renge Kyo

Concentrate, c
oncentrate, concentrate, concentrate
Concentrate, co
ncentrate, concentrate, concentrate

Nam Myoho Renge
Kyo
Nam Myoho Ren
ge Kyo
Nam Myoho
Renge Kyo
Nam Myoh
o Renge Kyo

[Xzi
bit]
Meditate, lev
itate
Gr
eetings from the Golden State
Mr. X, to the
Z
Concentrate, co
me walk with me
Y
our shit sound so awkwardly
I don't
rhyme I just stomp down beats
Real
estate, section eight
Which one wo
uld you rather take?
Concentrate, m
ove that weight
Show me how you regulate
Hold up, wa
it, that shit's fake
Get these nig
gaz up out my face
Shake the room,
bend the spoon
Tur
n this up now, stay in tune
Hypnot
ized by the way she move
Take your
time you might arrive too soon, hahahaha

[
Chorus]
C
oncentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate
Con
centrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate

Bri
ng that back, what was that?
Oh my
lord, she got back
So precise, so
intact
Oh my God,
who is that?

[San Quinn]
Lo
ok what I freak up, G's up, he's up
He's rough, all
in my court never freeze up
They re
lease us streets-less
Increase the
rush of Californians speakin up
It
won't be absent-minded
Still chasi
n money that I practice findin
[ Co
ncentrate lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
Boy you
know that Rick Rock beats is violent
You never been
dumb, it don't hurt to try it
I'm
the flyest gangsta, and I can do it
Better concentra
te on the Hyphy Movement
X to the
Z and the Quinn is live
Get some mo
ney out a ho so I can Pimp My Ride
Better take two, elevate and we're concentratin on booty shakin
And wh
o you takin back for the bang (back for the bang)
I
have a drink and pop my thizzle (pop my thizzle)
Whi
le you stop and drop and work your wiggle

[Chorus]
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate
C
oncentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate

B
ring that back, what was that?
Oh m
y lord, she got back
So precise, so
intact
Oh my
God, who is that?

[X
zibit]
Breath con
trol, touch yo' soul
Just maintain
don't lose control
Participate, con
gratulate
Cause e
verything else'll be seen as hate
R
emain in place, the same mindstate
Get off yo' ass and celebrate
Cong
regate, associate
Don't fuck yo'self procrastinate
D
ilate, to an all time great
Calcula
te the next move I make
Crack the s
afe, keep that ace
In my waistband
just in case
I'm
no rat can't run yo' race
Not too g
ood don't fit my taste
I love t
he way she make that shake
Makin it har
d to concentrate

[Chorus]
Concent
rate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate

Bring tha
t back, what was that?
Oh my lord,
she got back
So p
recise, so intact
Oh my God, who is
that?

Nam Myoho
Renge Kyo
Nam My
oho Renge Kyo
Nam
Myoho Renge Kyo
N
am Myoho Renge Kyo

# Posté le dimanche 02 décembre 2007 14:43

MP3 : xzibit / xzibit-multiply (2007)

xzibit / xzibit-multiply (2007)

[ Ecouter ce morceau ] [ Ajouter ce morceau à mon blog ]

  • Titre : xzibit-multiply
  • Album : xzibit
  • Année : 2007

Paroles :

[Xzibit]
I've been t
his way and I can't stop (ah)
Hands on
the ball and I won't drop (no)
Half-a
ssed rhymes that you can't rock (ta)
I
t ain't cause I want to it's cause I got (ta)
Get it grip
while the gettin is good
before the ga
me is 10% skill and 90% Hollywood
I do
n't need that, I don't believe that
E'
rybody gon' get hurt, ride the dirt
I
flirt with the idea of quittin' the game
Nah!! I'ma evolve
continue to change
It take
brains, balls and backbones to get it on
and kee
p it on, we keepin it movin, to each his own
So I spit abo
ut it, whatever I feel about it
I'm ju
st bein real about it; X get hot nigga forget about it
Sp
eech don't failllll me now
Dedicated t
o the enemies and friends that hold me down[Nate Dogg]
(We
) back on line (We) came to ride
(We)
build (We) stack (We) multiply
(We) s
tay on the ride(Until) we die
And back
for mo', cause we can't get enough[Xzibit]
Above the rest
, accept no less
Go
ahead, check the game, be my guest
So
methin brand new and heavy to get off my chest
Win time a
fter time 'til there ain't none left
H
ardhat, punch the clock, back to work
I
'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt
everybody and
anybody who come to my party
lik
e they ready to get roudy and touch somebody
Who's that nigga y'
all came to see? "X!"
Often imitated,
but cannot be, "X!"
What's next, colle
ct respect like paychecks
Straight to
the bank with my bitch and have safe sex
What do you belie
ve in? I believe in
seizin the moment,
livin and dyin to spit with a vengeance
Here f
or redemption - been around forever
Y'all cats w
ere just too blind to listen[Nate Dogg]
(We) back on line
(We) came to ride
(
We) build (We) stack (We) multiply
(We
) stay on the ride (Until) we die
And
back for mo', cause we can't get enough[Nate Dogg]
It ain
't my fault.. we keep droppin hits
And
you can't spit like this, so I'm takin yo' bitch
And ain'
t shit changed.. we gon' bang like this
And I'm drinkin
this fifth, we still don't take no shit[Xzibit]
I got a "Si
xth Sense," that tells me you ain't worth six cents
I'm s
ick with my sixth sense
Whattup Doc? I
'm gettin down to business
Crooked ass
the cops to the Rampart district
Lose
yourself in the music, move it or lose it
Abuse it, let's
booze it, please don't confuse it with the
next man
, it's the X Man rollin
Stand firm, solid as the ground I'm holdin
Make mine +Gold
en+, permanent +State+ issue
Stacked w
ith the wealth that you can't take witchu
Long range miss
ile, if we got issues
I'ma s
queeze this shit and nobody gon' miss you
I'ma ke
ep swingin 'til the medics come get you
We busy, stay off
my line, you can't get through
Peep t
he design from the mastermind
Yo Dre,
bring that shit back one more time![Nate Dogg]
(We) back o
n line (We) came to ride
(We) bui
ld (We) stack (We) multiply
(We) stay on th
e ride (Until) we die
And back for mo'
, cause we can't get enough[Nate Dogg]
(We) back on line (We) aint too fly
(W
e) build (We) stack (We) multiply
(We)
stay on the ride (Until) we die
And b
ack for mo', cause we can't get enough

# Posté le dimanche 02 décembre 2007 14:35

Modifié le dimanche 02 décembre 2007 14:47

MP3 : xzibit / -X- (2000)

xzibit / -X- (2000)

[ Ecouter ce morceau ] [ Ajouter ce morceau à mon blog ]

  • Titre : -X-
  • Album : xzibit
  • Année : 2000

Paroles :

Yeah! Ladies and gentleman
Broadca
stin live to you and yours
It's M
r. X to the Z, Xzibit
Yeah, bounci
n, c'mon

The first day of the re
st of my life
X stand behind the m
ic like Walker Cronkite
Y'all kee
p the spotlight, I'm keepin my rhymes tight
Lose sight o
f what you believe and call it a night
This a
in't the light-weight, cake mix shit that you're used to
Teflon ter
ritory you just can't shoot through
You gon shoot who? (Who?) Not
even on your best day
Rollin the W
ild West way, givin it up
Leavin
the whole world stuck not givin a fuck
Laid in the cut, no
w we break through in the rut
Hennesey and
orange juice baby fill up a cup
Q
uick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze
Loosen up, let your
hair down, and join the festivities
Overcrowd the house like lockdo
wn facilities
Bitches be, quick t
o give me brains while the pistol range
Goin up and down my dick li
ke the stock exchange

1 - (X) Rea
rrange the whole game with my rugged sound
(X) Won't even say your
own name when I come around
(X) S
tay on top but remain from the underground
(X) to the Z and we all
in the family

Repeat 1

Ever sinc
e Xzibit could spit, been on some pimp shit
Approach every woman l
ike a - potential mistress
Shine b
right, make sure that X stay tight
Cause tonight I might meet my ne
xt ex-wife
Mr. Big Chief Reefer, Xzibit use his dick like a Visa
I
run it through and money come out
Runnin your mouth, I'll hav
e somebody run in your house
Ravel your
spouse and have a little fun on the couch
Now you know that it was
bound to happen
I came to give y
ou what you lackin
whenever you he
ar them other niggaz rappin
Rocki
n chains, stadiums, paladiums, cracked craniums
My whole skeleton i
s dipped in titanium
Drop-top tint
ed on twenties
Usin rappers like
crash test dummies, stackin real estate and money
It's f
unny how things change overnight when you thinkin right
I beat the odds like I
ke beat on his first wife

Repeat
1 (2x)

What an event, we hardcor
e a hundred percent
Makin it stic
k, Los Angeles proudly presents
Th
e real deal, how does it feel? No special effects
Yank the chain of
f of your neck, demand the respect
Now all your conversations sound
strange to me
Seem like everybod
y around me done changed but me
I
stand alone on my own two feet
St
ab a track, strangle the beat - Restless, no time for sleep
Niggas
be weak, I'm concrete like Benjamin Grimm
It's a very thin line bet
ween a foe and a friend
Straight
to the chin (Not these niggas again)
Call Doc, bounce to the spot,
and slide right in
I ain't tryin t
o see nothing but progress, regardless
Home of the hear
tless, move right, remain cautious
Represent
nothing but the hustle and struggle
Hennesy, rock plenty of ice, ma
king a double, now SCREAM

Repeat
1 (2x)

[Snoop Dogg]
So there you have it; A-
B-C, D-P-G-C
X to the motherfucki
n Z
Mr. Xuberant, Xtra
vagant, Xtrordinary, Xciting, X-a-lotta
X-O w
ith a little bit of Xtisy
X-ing yo
ur bitch-ass out if you tryin to test the G
And what's the recipe?
Xcalibur weaponry
And we shoot Xc
eptionally
That there is hot- X ma
rks the spot?
Fuck naw, X spots t
he marks
Xclamation point, niggaz
!

# Posté le dimanche 02 décembre 2007 14:29

MP3 : Weapons Of Mass Destruction / Hey Now (2004)

Weapons Of Mass Destruction / Hey Now (2004)

[ Ecouter ce morceau ] [ Ajouter ce morceau à mon blog ]

  • Titre : Hey Now
  • Album : Weapons Of Mass Destruction
  • Année : 2004

Paroles :

[Verse 1]
I'm a
menace, to society baby
the
police want to relocate me
they run up with gun up, but they can't faze me
t
hey wanted to come up, but they ain't crazy got
I ride one in the chain with gun on top
Six train Chevrolet rolln' without no top
g
ot them hydraulics is dumpin and make it drop
California to Virginia, Timmy makin it hot
ta
kin long rides in a G4 plane
X-Man to the stage got em goin insane
Yeah nigga got the world sayin my name
I'm
bout to make a little change, I'm a keep it the same
X to
the Z baby, run up on ya, hittin corners
Ph
antom platinum grill
X
be the life of the party,
don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody

[
Chorus]
Ca
n you feel the speakers jumpin
oth
er cats surroundin' but they won't say nothin
M
uggin in the club like they wanna do somethin
f
eelin kinda rowdy, huh?
He
y Now, Hey Now
All the girls mean muggin
cuz
they musta seen what a girl pulled up in
In
the club like they wanna do somthin
f
eelin kinda rowdy, huh?
Hey No
w, Hey Now

[V
erse 2]
Hey girl, look where I live
40 acres and a Maybach Benz
y
ou wanted to party, but I got biz
this ain't entertainin, I'm feedin my kids
O
n a 4-oh-5 in the car pool lane
Got to hit some corners, I'm ridin the cane
Wanna ride out to a island, and tan your frame
an
d just waste away a couple of days,
Ho
lla back at me!
L
ook where I rap, make the crowd get loud like the sound of a gat
LA on my baseball hat, where they wanna ride up on you in that black on black
M
ove, betta, bounce like a mother
wh
en brother got mass weapons of war with each other
X getting big, not ready to die yet, my militant mindset
go
t you runnin for cover

[Chorus]

[
Hook]
I
'm the life of the party,
I g
ot a moon roof, we poppin up out of
L
ook at the whole world they talkin about us
I
got a mean hook, to rattle ya body

[
Verse 3]
I wanna talk a little, pick ya brain
wanna see you in somethin little, walk around the plane
I g
ot a lot to gain, getting my record off the ground
like David Blaine
So now, what you know bout me?, I'm a self-made man from poverty
Now I own a lot of property
I pimp rides, lifestyles, and companies
Now let me spit you the facts
I used to hustle the corner, but I ain't bringin you that
I
'm like swingin a bat, run at yo kneecaps for comin out ya face like that
baby girl touchin my chain, now let me tell you who I ain't
Bit
ch you can't run no games, (A gangsta baby, ain't nothing changed)

[Chorus
]

# Posté le dimanche 02 décembre 2007 14:02

Modifié le dimanche 02 décembre 2007 14:33