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Yea, ladies and gentlemen Broadcasting live to you and yours It's Mr. X to the Z, X-Zibit, Yea bouce it The first day of the rest of my life Stand behind the mike like Wonker Kronkrike Yo im keepin the spot-light I'm keeping my rhymes tight You lose sight of what you belive And call it a night This aint the light weight, cake mix shit that your used to Teflon territory you just cant shoot through You gon shoot who? (Who?) Not even on your best day Rollin the Wild West way, givin it up Leaving the whole world stuck, not giving a f**k! Laid in the cut, now we break through in the rut (C'mon) Hennesy and orange juice, baby fill up a cup Quick to grab Mary Jane by the but and squeeze (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 i post the range Going up and down my dick like the stock exchange (Chorus: 2x) (X) Rearrage the game wit my rugged sound (X) Wont 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 Every since X-Zibit has 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 Mister Big Chief Reefa, X-Zibit use his dick like a visa I run it through and money come out Runnin ur mouth, i'll have somebody run in your house Ravel your spouse, and have a little fun in the couch Yea you know that it was bound to happen I came to give you what you lackin Whenever you hear them other niggas rappin Rockin chains, stadiums, paladiums, cracked craniums My whole skeleton is dipped in titanium Drop tops sittin on twenties Using rappers like crash test dummies Stackin real estate and money It's funny how things change over night When you thinkin right I beat the odds, like Ike beat on his first wife (Chorus:) What an event We hard core 100 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, demanding 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 Stagger tracks, strangled the beat Restless no time to sleep Niggas be weak, im concrete like Benjamin Greet It's a very thin line between a foe and a friend Straight to the chair (Dr. Dre) - Not these niggas again (X-Zibit) - Come back, bounce in the spot and slide right in I aint trying 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 it double now scream (Chorus:) So there you have it; A-B-C-D-P-G-C X to the motherf**king Z Mr. X-uberant, X-travagant, X-trodinary, X-citing, X-a-lotta X-o with a little of of X-Tasy X-ing your bitch ass out if your trying to test a G And what's the recipe? X-calibur weaponary And we shoot X-ceptionally That there is hot, X marks the spot? f**k nah! X spots the marks X-clamation point niggas