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1 Hey Now
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2 -X-
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3 xzibit-multiply
181 lectures
4 xzibit-comparaison
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# 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)

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

Paroles :

Nam Myoho Renge Kyo

Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate

Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo

[Xzibit]
Meditate, levitate
Greetings from the Golden State
Mr. X, to the Z
Concentrate, come walk with me
Your shit sound so awkwardly
I don't rhyme I just stomp down beats
Real estate, section eight
Which one would you rather take?
Concentrate, move that weight
Show me how you regulate
Hold up, wait, that shit's fake
Get these niggaz up out my face
Shake the room, bend the spoon
Turn this up now, stay in tune
Hypnotized by the way she move
Take your time you might arrive too soon, hahahaha

[Chorus]
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate

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

[San Quinn]
Look what I freak up, G's up, he's up
He's rough, all in my court never freeze up
They release us streets-less
Increase the rush of Californians speakin up
It won't be absent-minded
Still chasin money that I practice findin
[ Concentrate 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 concentrate on the Hyphy Movement
X to the Z and the Quinn is live
Get some money out a ho so I can Pimp My Ride
Better take two, elevate and we're concentratin on booty shakin
And who you takin back for the bang (back for the bang)
I have a drink and pop my thizzle (pop my thizzle)
While you stop and drop and work your wiggle

[Chorus]
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate

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

[Xzibit]
Breath control, touch yo' soul
Just maintain don't lose control
Participate, congratulate
Cause everything else'll be seen as hate
Remain in place, the same mindstate
Get off yo' ass and celebrate
Congregate, associate
Don't fuck yo'self procrastinate
Dilate, to an all time great
Calculate the next move I make
Crack the safe, keep that ace
In my waistband just in case
I'm no rat can't run yo' race
Not too good don't fit my taste
I love the way she make that shake
Makin it hard to concentrate

[Chorus]
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate

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

Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
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# Posté le dimanche 02 décembre 2007 14:43

MP3 : xzibit / xzibit-multiply (2007)

xzibit / xzibit-multiply (2007)

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

Paroles :

[Xzibit]
I've been this way and I can't stop (ah)
Hands on the ball and I won't drop (no)
Half-assed rhymes that you can't rock (ta)
It ain't cause I want to it's cause I got (ta)
Get it grip while the gettin is good
before the game is 10% skill and 90% Hollywood
I don'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 keep it on, we keepin it movin, to each his own
So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it
I'm just bein real about it; X get hot nigga forget about it
Speech don't failllll me now
Dedicated to 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) stay 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
Somethin brand new and heavy to get off my chest
Win time after time 'til there ain't none left
Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work
I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt
everybody and anybody who come to my party
like 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, collect respect like paychecks
Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex
What do you believe in? I believe in
seizin the moment, livin and dyin to spit with a vengeance
Here for redemption - been around forever
Y'all cats were 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 "Sixth Sense," that tells me you ain't worth six cents
I'm sick 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 +Golden+, permanent +State+ issue
Stacked with the wealth that you can't take witchu
Long range missile, if we got issues
I'ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon' miss you
I'ma keep swingin 'til the medics come get you
We busy, stay off my line, you can't get through
Peep the design from the mastermind
Yo Dre, bring that shit back one more time![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]
(We) back on line (We) aint too fly
(We) build (We) stack (We) multiply
(We) stay on the ride (Until) we die
And back for mo', cause we can't get enough
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# Posté le dimanche 02 décembre 2007 14:35

Modifié le dimanche 02 décembre 2007 14:47

MP3 : xzibit / -X- (2000)

xzibit / -X- (2000)

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

Paroles :

Yeah! Ladies and gentleman
Broadcastin live to you and yours
It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit
Yeah, bouncin, c'mon

The first day of the rest of my life
X stand behind the mic like Walker Cronkite
Y'all keep the spotlight, I'm keepin my rhymes tight
Lose sight of what you believe and call it a night
This ain't the light-weight, cake mix shit that you're used to
Teflon territory you just can't shoot through
You gon shoot who? (Who?) Not even on your best day
Rollin the Wild West way, givin it up
Leavin the whole world stuck not givin a fuck
Laid in the cut, now we break through in the rut
Hennesey and orange juice baby fill up a cup
Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze
Loosen up, let your hair down, and join the festivities
Overcrowd the house like lockdown facilities
Bitches be, quick to give me brains while the pistol range
Goin up and down my dick like the stock exchange

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

Repeat 1

Ever since Xzibit could spit, been on some pimp shit
Approach every woman like a - potential mistress
Shine bright, make sure that X stay tight
Cause tonight I might meet my next 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 have 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 you what you lackin
whenever you hear them other niggaz rappin
Rockin chains, stadiums, paladiums, cracked craniums
My whole skeleton is dipped in titanium
Drop-top tinted on twenties
Usin rappers like crash test dummies, stackin real estate and money
It's funny how things change overnight when you thinkin right
I beat the odds like Ike beat on his first wife

Repeat 1 (2x)

What an event, we hardcore a hundred percent
Makin it stick, Los Angeles proudly presents
The real deal, how does it feel? No special effects
Yank the chain off of your neck, demand the respect
Now all your conversations sound strange to me
Seem like everybody around me done changed but me
I stand alone on my own two feet
Stab 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 between 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 to see nothing but progress, regardless
Home of the heartless, move right, remain cautious
Represent nothing but the hustle and struggle
Hennesy, rock plenty of ice, making a double, now SCREAM

Repeat 1 (2x)

[Snoop Dogg]
So there you have it; A-B-C, D-P-G-C
X to the motherfuckin Z
Mr. Xuberant, Xtravagant, Xtrordinary, Xciting, X-a-lotta
X-O with a little bit of Xtisy
X-ing your bitch-ass out if you tryin to test the G
And what's the recipe? Xcalibur weaponry
And we shoot Xceptionally
That there is hot- X marks the spot?
Fuck naw, X spots the marks
Xclamation point, niggaz!
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# Posté le dimanche 02 décembre 2007 14:29

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

Weapons Of Mass Destruction / Hey Now (2004)

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  • 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
they 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
got them hydraulics is dumpin and make it drop
California to Virginia, Timmy makin it hot
takin 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
Phantom platinum grill
X be the life of the party,
don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody

[Chorus]
Can you feel the speakers jumpin
other cats surroundin' but they won't say nothin
Muggin in the club like they wanna do somethin
feelin kinda rowdy, huh?
Hey 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
feelin kinda rowdy, huh?
Hey Now, Hey Now

[Verse 2]
Hey girl, look where I live
40 acres and a Maybach Benz
you wanted to party, but I got biz
this ain't entertainin, I'm feedin my kids
On 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
and just waste away a couple of days,
Holla back at me!
Look 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
Move, betta, bounce like a mother
when brother got mass weapons of war with each other
X getting big, not ready to die yet, my militant mindset
got you runnin for cover

[Chorus]

[Hook]
I'm the life of the party,
I got a moon roof, we poppin up out of
Look 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 got 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
Bitch you can't run no games, (A gangsta baby, ain't nothing changed)

[Chorus]
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# Posté le dimanche 02 décembre 2007 14:02

Modifié le dimanche 02 décembre 2007 14:33